Phase 1: Micro-Speculation
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Even after all these years I can still recall the breath of fresh air. I said goodbye to the same old tree, and then one by one I said goodbye to the rest of my little woodland. Across the sea we went, a new journey has begun. A far cry from home, miles and miles away, where they’re out of sight. I have lived my life in the city of lights, working in the skyscraping towers. Time flew by, everyone went their separate ways and I am now losing my purpose in life. Wasn’t I supposed to live a joyful balance life? Holding ourselves back from spending our life savings. Years have gone by since we have waved our goodbyes. Now that I no longer live there, we meet once again. Suddenly, it all became subtle. A flash of memory appeared. It drew me back to my childhood, where I’ll always be. |
