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  • Once upon a time, we used to go for walks. We would meet and see the world through the eyes of each other. There was carrot cake and hot chocolate and chocolate-covered almonds. The almonds I covered with chocolate myself. There was some leftover chocolate but I ate it slowly.

    Once upon a time, I used to write. Then I grew old and it got harder to read my notebooks, I stopped reading. A wizard without his spellbooks is what I became.

    Once upon a time, I was from outer space and forgot about inner space. People from space love chocolate. Do you love chocolate? Educated observers said it was because of the warmth. Space can be cold, just like educated observers.

    Once upon a time, I only used pencils. Because pencils don't explode at high altitudes. Where is all the blank paper? I will search for scraps. Most people don't use both sides. Just like their personalities.

    Once upon a time, there was a glimmer of sunlight because we were surrounded by trees. There isn't anymore because we cut it all down. All the coal is gone and we are left quite co(a)ld.

    Once upon a time, we huddled together. Not anymore because the spaces in between us are now too wide to jump across or ignore.

    Once upon a time, I photographed people. With my eyes, my ears, my hands and extensions of these tools. I was looking for beauty. Hoping that one day, some day, any day, I would find it.

    I found it. It was here all along. Hiding in the gaps between your teeth.

    Once upon a time, I used to speak. But then the words became so heavy, just like my heart, that I couldn't lift them and throw them anywhere. Not even when I was alone and in the sun.

    Once upon a time, there were butterflies everywhere.

    No more, no more.
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