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A silent mass of clouds pulled eternally forward in the the dark sky. Such was the way of change. He looked to the east. It was useless to contemplate the have beens or the will bes. The world would not stop for him or anyone else. Or at least it never had. He built a fire. He wasn't sure why; He didn't intend to stay long. As the orange glow flickered on his face, all the trees became his friends from long ago. He began to contemplate the gorgeous silhouette that had been next to him that night. It mattered not. It was useless to contemplate. The rope protested as he knotted it. Slivers of hemp pierced his shaking fingers. His palms burne