He kept his eyes open as long as he could, drinking in the country and the setting sun bathing the meadows in spilled paint, in all the pastel colors man had ever named. A thousand regrets flashed through his mind, days and nights he’d never live, dreams he’d spun out under the big sky that would never unfurl from his mind. His life had seemed open once, unburdened, a wild emptiness ready to be filled with every daring thought he’d ever had. As the darkness closed in, one thought rang through his mind, one thought sharper, harder edged, more filled with regret than all the others. It was the
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