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He realized he had been treated his life like a movie he was trying to rewind, rather than a performance happening in real-time. He took a sip of his coffee. It was hotter than usual, and the wind had a sharp, citrusy scent he hadn't noticed before. It wasn't the peace of that old summer afternoon, but it was a new kind of quiet—a sharp, waking clarity.

"It’s always different," Marek complained. "That’s the problem. I’m trying to get back to how it was." nic_dwa_razy_w_szymborska

He stopped looking for the echo of the past and finally heard the music of the present. As Szymborska wrote, we are born without experience and die without routine; every moment is a premiere. Norwegen | Hrafn Photography He realized he had been treated his life