I was walking alone when I came across a photo on the ground. I picked it up and I instantly felt connected to it. I stared at it and the longer I stared at it, the image began to fade. No matter what I did it continued to fade. I wanted to keep it so I put it in my pocket as I focused on memory. It wasn't the same. I missed the feeling it gave me when I looked at it. Whose photo was it? Why was it left behind? Was it destiny of what is or what is to come? Do I continue on this path or wait here until the own returns?
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