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The Man The grown man stands in the doorway the house once filled with sound, now stands empty, void of any emotions. This is the setting of his childhood. The now black hearth, Was once a place of life, a symbol of love. The quiet room, the playground of his youth. Like this house, the man is empty. His mind wanders. Back to the past. Back to the happy times. A voice calls to him, it brings him back to the quietness. He turns away, but before he leaves, he lets his gaze slide back to the room, as if gazing into his past. Then he turns, walking away from it. Leaving the memories behind, and steps into the quiet future that awaits. |
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