Time can not be controlled – Sometimes it runs out before you wish; and I happened to exist life days before planned time with a big help from Blue (who might not be Blue anymore).
So, I left Home on a airy spring day, accompanied by children’s voices in play on the other side of the exist-door. Existence in spring smelled of white blooming trees.
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