It's hard to consider. After all... once we go back, isn't it like we were never gone? Maybe... maybe there is some way that things can change, even a little, but... it's hard to think about. I guess I see time and the future like air instead. It's the wind that blows at us. And like a leaf, I change direction to match that wind. And right now... I'm matching the only future I know of for our own world.
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It's hard to consider. After all... once we go back, isn't it like we were never gone? Maybe... maybe there is some way that things can change, even a little, but... it's hard to think about. I guess I see time and the future like air instead. It's the wind that blows at us. And like a leaf, I change direction to match that wind. And right now... I'm matching the only future I know of for our own world.