The last one stands alone almost quivering succumbed to his fate but not realizing his opportunity. What was once filled with noise of all kinds is now quiet, calm, tranquil even, all buffers have left, just he remains. Left with memories of what was and fleeting vague visions of what will be, gleaning hope for tomorrow from any direction. With fire in his eyes and non in his heart his belly aches for signs and direction, but he is the last one…
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