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Life always managed to elude me. I'd only ever find its tracks, the skin it sloughed off. By the time I had determined its location, it had already gone somewhere else. And all I'd find were signs that it had been there, like those scrawlings on the trunks of trees in parks that merely mark a person's passing presence.

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