They weren't here because they wanted to be here; they were here because that had to be here. They were drawn to this place from various other places and like the flocks of insects and birds that fly tremendous distances because there is no other choice for them but to do so, the ones who came responded to a sound that couldn't be heard, or a feeling that couldn't be explained. They responded to a plan that was not their own. They came for the light and for the sound and for the chance meeting on a street or in a cafe with the others that they felt they somehow knew well, but couldn't say why or explain how they all met here, not as strangers, but as friends and lovers who were meeting for the very first time.

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