Had it been five years or 500?  Not that it mattered anymore.  The days no longer held meaning blurring into one never ending nightmare.  Nothing changed and everything changed.  My curse?  To remain frozen in place as the world around me moved ever onward.  Looking back, perhaps, I could have been slightly less stalwart in my crusade.


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