We bumped into each other on the small dark trail I always took when I was tired of mankind. 'Pardon me son,' the frail man whispered like leaves rustling. 'It's ok the way here is narrow,' I replied impatient to move along. He hesitated. 'Please spare a moment son?' he begged. I sighed and stopped. We faced each other on the small trail suspended for seconds in the same time and space. 'Thank you,' we said at the same time after a moment. Then we left on our opposite sides of time.
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