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All of us


I see us all today. And many years from now. One walking straight ahead. Not happy, and not knowing that that was never what he'd choose anyway; one building homes along the way, either too far ahead or too far behind, but never where I can see; the only one who has it all still beaten in her mind; and one dead and watching, far from gone, who quietly haunts them all.


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