Much of my life feels like strolling down sunset-lit beach all by myself. In the horizon, I can see crowds of people tending and minding their own businesses; mostly busy entertaining themselves. Their cheers and their scream of amusement reached my ears, but otherwise, their conducts are isolated from my own activity. Within the confines of my reality, they’re just background, a cacophony of noises.
My solitary activity is interrupted with some occasional accompaniment of assorted loved ones. We walk, talk, laugh with each other; just generally try to make the best use of our time together until we part ways. Either because the other party has other matters to attend to or because of the ultimate fate of our transient existence.
Beyond the presence of companions however, my journey is also sometimes interrupted by a certain visit.
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