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Story Teller

 

Close my eyes, past darkness and light, I could feel time and space telling me a story. And past all those soft whispers, I could hear myself telling me, “You were a story teller.” And then I saw an image of me, sitting by a bonfire, with the village kids surrounding me, and I smoking on my pipe, I hear myself telling them a story of my adventures and visits to countries and continents unknown and of old. As the image fades out, I still hear time and space telling, “You were a story teller..”

 

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