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  • Here, it is silent, empty. I feel calm. This moment is mine. I could run away; it feels good to be free. I close my eyes and let the moment sink in. The only footsteps on the untouched snow are mine. I can't help thinking that they will, in a moment, be lost in the midst of others' footsteps, until they cannot be told one from another. Finally, they will be erased by time and snow, like all the others. It makes me ponder on how selfish it is to believe that the universe has room for each of us to be important, how naive it is to think we will remembered because we are better, superior.
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