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The tip of my thumb glided across the glossy surface of the photographs, trembling as I bit back tears. Wind whistled past my ears and ruffled the paper leaves; a symphony of memories and nostalgia.
With a single step forward, the pictures exploded into the air, and the sky became my collage.
"Hello there,"
The little boy turned to look at the old man standing behind him, his eyes wide and shiny. "Hello," he said.
"What are you doing out here, so alone?" the man asked. He moved to sit down beside the boy.
"I don't know," the boy replied, turning to look back across the crystalline waters. "My father gave me this fishing rod, telling me to come out here and use it, but I'm not really sure how."
The stranger nodded knowingly, watching the little boy's lazy movements. "Decades ago, I was exactly as you are right now.
"Come, cast the rod. Let's catch some dreams."
They sat together beneath the auburn rays, their faces a picture of nothing less then absolute bliss. Radiant smiles tainted their features, and there was an aura of peace and serenity about them.
They vowed to make their final day last.
sometimes human beings just need
to stop and
think
about the lives they are living
about the panic that they constantly
procreate
about the time that the effortlessly
put to waste
sometimes human beings just need
to stop and
appreciate
the smaller
things.
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