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Freakish Observer

Suddenly I am aware.
Memories of a life, of sunshine, of hills, and meadows
Of waves crashing up a beach
Of a great city, and people! Of friends!

But none of this is here now.
I don’t know if it ever really was.

I am alone.
So I wait. And I dream. And I observe.

I watch as the last stars go out, and the last galaxies vanish forever from my view.

But still it does not end. Still I am here.

Observing. Dreaming. Waiting.

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