It is this kind of sober and profound affection: the true reunion of broken mirrors is by no means obsessed with trying to put the cracks back together and pretending that everything is the same as before. They are two souls that have gone through wind and rain, each tempered and grown in the furnace of time, and can finally cleanse away the misunderstandings and dirt of the past. When the scars turned into lines of acquaintance, and the old pain turned into gentle vigilance, they were able to carry their more complete and mature selves and walk side by side towards the new mountains and rivers that were far broader and brighter than yesterday.
