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I was a memory once, a heretic, a teacher, an insignificant no one, a nobleman of great renown. You passed me by, in this life, in that, hardly noticing when it was that last we met. But I remember - bits and pieces, flashbacks in time, when once it was that our two paths did cross. Even now, you see the similarities, a new friendship enhanced through the ages, a common interest nurtured by the hand of God, a likening of minds that meet and form that one perfect thought. We are kindred spirits, you and I, links in the chain of evolution. We are no more; we are no less - redundant pawns, say one and all... |
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