"For you!" The little boy exclaimed, thrusting a lopsided paper boat filled with wild daisies at the squatting man.

The man smiled and reached to pat the boy on the head. Though, his fingers barely touched the golden threads as the little boy quickly dashed toward his mother sitting beside the pond.

The man chuckled to himself and shook his head in an amused kind of way. His eyes drifted toward the horizon. The sun was beginning to set. It was twilight already.

He could hear the melodic shouts and laughter from the little boy echoing in the distance.

The glow of the retiring sun graced every surface with a soft sheen of gold.

The man savored this moment... for who knows when a moment so precious as this will grace itself upon him again.

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Forget it...

Maybe everything will make sense later.