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First published January 1, 2009



Stuff, stuff, everywhere just stuff, and this was his life. A life that had been fastidiously designed, and as he looked around he realized how little it all meant to him. He was becoming detached. He loved his family very much, but the idea of pulling around the weight of all these years of memories and mementos seemed a burden.
The fir trees seemed to stretch on forever into the night, and high above, long strokes of colored light chased each other across the sky. The tops of the trees were like pointed paintbrushes splashing iridescent hues over one another before fading into the blackness and beginning again.
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|”He watched as the orbs of light appeared one by one, marveling at the vastness of it all and wondering why the struggle within him could feel so monumental when his life was but a flickering glimmer compared to these heavenly bodies”|