Imagine if you will that time is a fabric. Fabric that is infinitely rolling like waves 🌊 into the eternal darkness. Now picture someone being able to fold said fabric over until it touches itself (not like drafter or TW). Now if you can picture yourself as a thread of the fabric and leaping from your fold to the other, where you could the meet, yourself. That's how I picture yolonda 10 and 11.
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