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I was walking for the train,
my thoughts were of the present. The happy laughter of passing school children caught me and changed my day. Suddenly memories that were denied by time came back to me. I could see my old school friends, we ran together in the mist of time,laughed and played, climbed trees and ate crab apples together. The acidic taste of unripen fruit blessed me with each morsel of thought. The train arrived and i watched as they waved from the platform as i departed, joining them once again in adulthood.
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