This is the season for dreaming.
When you are set apart from a world, you can no longer relate to it or properly fit in; time and space are always moving, always changing, and as you are as well, your shape is not accentuated in the chasm you used to fill. No matter how hard you try, things are different. People may not change, but they will always believe you have changed. This is the unchanging nature of people.
Old times cannot become renewed; they are then renewed times and not the old times in the first place. New times and experiences round and shape a character, but it does not change the essence of people.
A constant is there no matter what and willing to work harder to keep the gap you left the exact same shape and size as when you left.
And yet, I could not imagine leaving and returning to test it out, for fear we would have swollen with tears.
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