Orphaned...,
he
knew
not
what
Life
had
to
offer.
So
he
journeyed
off
to
experience
what
he'd
missed
for
so
long.
Then,
one
year
later
he
returned
from
his
venture,
went
into
seclusion
with
pen,
pad,
and
mind-
and
was
never,
seen
again.
Such
be
the
narrow
path
of
Life.
~FjR~
MMXIV
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