the line that we walk is a straight and narrow one; one that conceals our numbers when we follow behind each other. one would have step out of line to see how many people would follow the same person ahead of them without a face. and lets face it. the only person that knows what you have done or that your out of place are the ones behind you, there is no difference between you and i or what is first and last but only to those who seek the same place in line when they are known.
what is never forgotten is a trace of a place or a face that follows.
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