Through The Window
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Through The Window

Past the Low-hanging Fruits

Rendering the untame and bold; drooped intimacy

Originally published March 13, 2016

743 words

As an old man, I always kept open eyes. With open eyes, I saw stories unfold and tales come to end. But on a particular day, a day at the park, I saw determination break into reality and make a host of a boy. This boy’s future unfolded before my eyes. Even though my time was coming to an end, I didn’t need anymore to know how this boy’s stories ended.

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