Devan Hardesty

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“It felt like old friendship from the start.

The way our names bent smiles into our faces,

and led us to conversations that stretched out long like those roads on the scenic way home.

When you introduced yourself, I recognized you instantly.

When you shook my hand, it felt like the truth.

Like kindred spirits catching up to each other – finally present.

Together in time, relieved to find the parts of themselves that had gone missing.

And we fell into step like dancers do,

with the exception that neither one of us wanted to lead,

but rather walk the distance of devotion,

shoulder to shoulder so that our hearts would remain close.”

(Devan Hardesty)

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