Shadows are always a mystery to me. They fall on any surface. They caress these surfaces with all tenderness. It doesn't matter whether the surface is smooth or rough. The shadow still kisses the earth. But my shadow will always leave that part of the earth it once kissed. I'm sorry that I have to cut your romance. If I go back to that same exact place, would they still recognize each other? Would the earth welcome this long lost romance back into his arms? Would you still come back to me after seeing places? meeting people? Would you still come back to me? Would you still remember my name? Would you still want me? Would you still be you?
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