Exists somewhere in my past a place that has taken possession of many of my memories. It holds me with a quiet but persistent force, as if it had a right to summon me. Again and again it calls, urging me to return, to gather my attention and thoughts and place them there entirely. I resist this invitation with difficulty, for I know - though perhaps not convincingly enough - that it is necessary for me to continue forward.
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