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The air is still.
The little comforts will be missed.
Necessary steps towards life.
"Her voice was nothing more than a distant memory that morning. Had it all been a dream?The feeling so strong, his chest pounding. Eyes were still adjusting to the hazy light. A tear rolled down his face. His face flushed red as he sat up. It was still there singing. That voice, unforgettable in every way. The green digital face of the clock winked at him as a minute passed. 7:41 a.m. It was still early. He had beat the clock this time. Feet touched cold floor. The day had to begin. It was too real for comfort. He stood tall in the light and walked out the door." excerpt from "Tall Tales Of An Average Man"
"...and it was her. Too much time wasted wondering, hoping. But was it wasted? Knowing she was real but unreachable in every way. It was a small comfort to know it was not the madness he had feared but the unconscious manifestation of subconscious desire. That floor was a small comfort. Feet touched it cold like so many mornings before. There was an answer. It could all move forward. He could move forward. Her memory would no longer haunt him It would inspire, it would propel. He ran out the room and down the stairs into the street below. They would see a madman running barefoot clad in boxers. Inside was a man grasping his sanity tight and running toward the destiny he had embraced."
- excerpt from "Tall Tales Of An Average Man"
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