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This old face would be forgotten eventually, but not the boy who gave up his life so something new could be born. Often in his dreams, he sees that boy running over fields, topping a hill, waving back—then gone.
So happy now.
The new boy who sits in the chair stares out the window.
Sometime he will run again, too.
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