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“What
was the start of all this? When did the cogs of fate begin to
turn?
Perhaps it’s impossible to grasp
that answer now, from deep within the flow of time.
But for a certainty, back then, we loved so much, yet hated so
much.
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves.
Yet even then, we ran like the wind.
As
our laughter echoed under cerulean skies.”
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