Can we rise above the sins we inherit? Are we doomed to repeat the same mistakes? We aren't always more than the sum of our parts, no matter how hard we try. But maybe that's why he fascinates her: he's the egg, the invisible man. He dropped down from the sky and was embraced by the earth and the sea. She is persephone, deeply rooted like a tree. The two met, and they kissed, and now they share stolen glances and fingertips. They're hanging in, hanging on to each other. Maybe that's how they'll overcome.
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