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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
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The pages of life turn in mysterious ways. I have come to realise that life is written much like a story. There is always a beginning. One moment that shapes who you are. One moment that will define the rest of your life. Some people never find their moment. They do not make the page. They are the nameless masses, living their lives of quiet desperation.