Perhaps, When all is right and The world is Still, Those Whom we have known Shall return.
	Two women Cut from the same tree, The connection A piece of Samoan Folk art.
Softly whispering, Gently touching, That which once was.
	An indigenous alter, A puzzle, A chess board.
Knowing, Remembering, Bridging forever... Connecting, holding The promise of hope. Memories of the heart.
	Where movements And affirmations Set destinies In motion.
For once was, Shall forever be- Is.
	The life That remains in wood.

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