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… For the rest of the journey that day they did as they always had done;  they shared the light of their past worlds while they pursued the new reality…the new reality they would call their own.

They talked this “new reality” into being;  they rebuilt this new world piece by piece; they connected the parts; they defined the differing forms of their experiences and fit them together; they explored the similarities then, the differences; they shared the knowledge they had gleaned; the links and bridges; they spilled out their disparate sad despair …

… they took from the world,  the reality of two minds, forged them into a shared reality that they merged into a single mind made more comprehensive, more real, more indelible, more clear; their shared visions made more complete in every detail driven by the joy of shared clarity, whenever thought occurrences; person’s, places or things and… past dreams, entered their lexicon or the silent entreaties of their minds …

 Then, they poured what worlds they called their own into a sculptured form; they knitted it all together and without even knowing it they fixated upon the creation of a single, shared reality; a single mental organism that they slowly wove into focus with each passing minute and hour and day along that trip to and from the branch west of town and on many other voyages they made through the world …

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