2011, A Change of Story
I was standing at a crossroads. In one hand, I was holding my dreams and hopes, now almost washed out and hard to read. In the other, I held a line, the only one I had to hold; and it was nailed to the cave ceiling right above my head. For years, I had tried to conserve and revitalize the memories of what my life was and where my paths lay. But how
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