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You can shut the door on the past, but it keeps on living behind that closed door, as heavy with potential as the future. You hear it stirring in that other room as you go about your business in your own, until one day you realize that its restless motion is yours, and that the room where you are is where the past is now. -------------------------------------------------------------------------
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