And so it was, the same thing, happening simultaneously everywhere.

It never started. It never ended. Any moment could be a new beginning, any moment could turn into the last breath, and lots of in-betweens were to happen – haunted memories, longed-for dreams, lost loves, found joys…

The same story for everyone, the one we all share. The only story. Truestory.

Life is its title.

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