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He lit the cigarette and scribbled in his journal, coffee to one side, cup full of pens and pencils to the other. Echoes of his youth replayed in his mind, past loves, adventures, joys, sorrows - the spectrum of his experiences. Friendships, loves and other bonds once pledged in idealism fallen by the wayside. These things still revered to him, as_if_in_stone, he watched them crumble over time as if all of it had been built on shifting dunes and faultlines. Though it was true he dreamed no hope of a heaven above, he was far from what could be called a faithless person. |
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