Morning, and the memory lingers like a cloud up from my coffee. 8 a.m. and I’m on the run, another gilded warrior on his way to the battle, girded by an invincible, impenetrable love. A love a king would envy.
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" I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them. "