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To Malcolm, the past few weeks felt like the weight of the world rested squarely upon his shoulders and no one else's. But he knew he wasn't alone. He had good, caring friends and a loving, supportive family. But despite this rich network of support, he carried a burden only he could feel. Regret.

He felt a nagging pang that there was something more he could have done, should have done, but the opportunities had passed by like light, unfettered breezes.

Eventually overtaken by fatigue, he drifted into a sleep which cradled him allowing him to dream peacefully in color.

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    Drew Martyn over 3 years ago

    Stunning. I love the way the last sentence drains everything that has gone before of life and vibrancy. Perhaps as time restores the colour, Malcolm may feel greater acceptance and realise that what he feels is not reality but part of the process?

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    Michael D. Brooks over 3 years ago

    Thanks, Drew. I never saw what I wrote as stunning, but now that you mention it ...

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