Once there was a man who told his children stories. Stories of places he'd been, drawing pictures with words as well as he could from his most vivid memories of place. It felt like giving them his world. The children, unknowing, loved them and fell asleep. The man often lay in the dark full of the memories and places his life had taken him. Sometime with a sense of longing for those times past... forever.~~~
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