I heard her call out to me in the darkness of the morning, a voice so haunting I almost withdrew from the revolving doors.

And I walked down the winding boulevard, the bittersweet scent of those lost years lingering in February air. My world then, fifteen blocks wide, compartmentalized into fragments of time that are no longer mine.

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