If a story never starts, can it end.
Was there a before, and can there be an after?
Are we the constant middle.
In between and everlasting.
My story began... or was, is, has been... for some time.
Spanning a past and future mine, and not mine.
A universal conduit for a story as old as the hills.
Older.
A thought of a dream.
Mine and not.
Mine and all.
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