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Dedication and Overture


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To everyone and everything that I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to.






The hardest lies, born from emptiness, nested within, impossible to tell when faced with the depth and breadth of your smile.


The roads we walked stretched ahead insurmountably, so our only mode of procession was to take a step.


The words, chosen with deliberation, were dropped as we went, a breadcrumb trail left to birds.



If not for stories, we would have ended long ago.

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