Almost every night I visit the graveyard of the times that died away, things that were past, and try to dig up a skeleton that can take me on a flight of imagination. And that brings me to a common plane of despondency shared by all of us. Why am I resorting to the last remaining marbles in my bag? I should go and look out for some more.
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