I believe in the power of thought. The mind can stretch far across oceans, and into the depths of another’s soul. A thought’s simple gesture can translate between two people worlds apart, torn by interminable subconscious roots. And I wouldn’t know, if no one had told me. Yet, the magic of memory still exists, and will never be forgotten from the banks of new waters. Where was its dawn? My pen charts an atlas’ dusty pages, and the new breathes life into the old. My finger follows the miles across paper, and a smile manifests itself against my cheek. What a novelty it is, to see you again.