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Oh hours of childhood, how I miss when each lurking shadow held more than the split seconds past. I fear what these days advance me slowly towards. Nearing this stillness that is life long abandoned by birth. I recognize the approach from its cold cast of seriousness. Its bleeding, growing greyness. Everything is so full of distance here, it can be hard to strip the meaning from experience. A kind of memory that hums with just enough strength to cause more uncertainty. I long to quiet the immensity of my hearts discontent with such a fury of storm as to harbor envy from the sky itself.

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