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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Mon, Jun. 28
... How long I've waited for your touch
I love the people that you meet once, and feel like you've known forever. Those friends that somehow transcend the few hours you spend together, and the conversations that leave a deep impact, long after you've gone your separate ways.

Sometimes, those are experiences in and of themselves; sometimes, they lead to deep, enriching friendships. I'm excited to see where these ones go.

And even so, the coolest thing to know is that those friendships that develop between Christians are never over. I know it's the most cliched thing to say, but it really is true, that there's a sense in which everything that happens here on earth--whether that friendship lasts a lifetime or afew hours--is only a prelude to something so much greater and more enriching and exciting.

It's an exciting thought, and a scary one at times; just think about what it means if my relationships here are just a beginning to something else... how differently would I treat people; how different would my friendships look if I remembered that as often as I should?
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posted at 2:38 p.m.