Paths never to be walked again, roads i wont find interests looking down in the future… Visions vanishing, echoes fafing away… Names, memories, smells and taste… Old wounds, valuable teachings… Parts of the story torn apart from the book, rejected and thrown away. Lingering nostalgia right beneath the surface pulsating
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