A Station In Life
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Sometimes I wonder if it was all just a dream. I wonder if each of us is a prisoner of a recurring sentience, trapped within a great storybook read only by its own characters. If this is so, and I must relive my days again and again, each time unaware that I am not new, then I shall have no complaints.
To the reader…
Though I am bygone and you are of the present, and we must part abruptly when my pen halts, are we not all travellers upon the same train? I may be long alighted from the carriage that you now occupy, the great railway of time being so long that only its commuters whose journeys overlap can ever meet, but I pray this note which I have left upon a seat allows you at least a glimpse of my curious ride, so that you may compare it with your own.
Horace Ignatius Jay
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Language: UK English Spellings and Word Usage
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