“Chance meetings are not chance at all, they are threads we’re meant to see.“ ”The air was sharp with cedar and salt as I stepped into the small island store. The history of presence in the floors carried every footstep, every shift of weight, like a memory refusing to fade. My hand reached for a
The Unexpected Crossing
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What a beautiful and evocative opening. The idea that chance meetings may actually be threads waiting for us to notice them is deeply intriguing. I especially loved the imagery of cedar, salt, and old wooden floors carrying the memory of everyone who had walked there before.
It creates an atmosphere where even an ordinary visit to a small island store feels like the beginning of something unexpected. Now I’m curious about what that reaching hand discovers—and where that seemingly accidental crossing will lead. Beautifully written!
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Yes sometimes I wonder. My wife and I met by chance, a coincidence, and it changed my life. There are black swan events, extremely destructive events that were unpredictable (ex: 9/11), and there are white swans events, unpredictable chance encounters that significantly changes your life for the much better.
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That happened to my husband and I too…our lives changed that moment.
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Yes that is fascinating
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My first thought with your post title was the way that you and I connected, Kerri! Our “threads were meant to see!” Sending love!
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