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calls a tiny voice from down below. A small little creature, mere inches tall, they be. From its origin it flew, and back to its origin, it rebounds. A lot has changed. The sound is hardly the same anymore. But it still always finds its way back to where it began. To linger for a time, remembering, before setting off again. After all, Nostalgia and Memories are among the most potent and dangerous of hooks.  |