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A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him.
Every elder that I saw was you.
Every face, for a sliver of a second, was yours.
And I kept hoping that somebody, one of them, would turn and smile at me, with recognizable eyes, and extend their arms so that I could nuzzle into their chest and whisper a sigh, but that never happened. That the past 18 years never happened.
It doesn't exist.
Or maybe I just need the ego that I had when you were here.