The future was a thing that gleamed, the present was so very very good...
We had a lot going for us. We'd found the secret glue that held all things together. In a perfect place, where the noise did not intrude, our world was so very complete.
Everything we ever did we did with the best of intentions, but events tumbled and the years pile up, the world is very bewildering, and still you cling to the concept of change.
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