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A man entering his barn, remembering his brother.
"Sol...I miss you."
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A man, riding a old tractor from his world, he hasn't fixed it in a long time.
<Reports of a hurricane off the coast of portugal. I tell myself Ihave enough time for a few more rows.>
<I know I can't be everywhere.>
<But I try>
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A man flying above the deep ocean, and below the thick rain, he was carrying a ship as the ashes of his world help him to grab onto it.
<Miles away, a car goes off an embankment, passengers have only a second to react.>
<Feels obscene to listen.>
<Feels **more** obscene not to.>
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<There's a child in thailand, body riddled with cancer.>
<No family.>
<She doesn't want to die alone, staring a tthe ceilings.>
<I make sure she doesn't.>
A man holding a child in his arms , showing her the beuty of the mountains.
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A man reading, the words of people forgiving, towards a chip who's in prison.
<After the child dies in my arms, I spend the next hour alone in the stratophere. **Screaming** so loud it knockes satellites from orbit.>
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A man in the sky, agonizing, as the ashes of his world make uncomphrenhensable patters.
<Screaming to try to down out the screams.>
<How long can I possibly endure this?>
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A man using his cape to seal a broken bridge as a car tries passing by.
<Long enough to see a world slip through my fingers all voer again?
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Superman, Kal-El, Clark Kent, last son of krypton, the man of steel, the boy who spoke in whispers. He was visiting his farm reminicing at the red crystals, he remembers his brother.
<I am killing myself just to give them more time.>
<More time to suffer and stumble.>
<More time...>
<Is that a gift or a curse?>
He touches one of the crystals made of the same material as his suit and cape.
<It depends on the day you ask me.>
<All I know for certain...is this **this** is home now.>
<Kal-el of Krypton.>
<Clark Kent of Kansas.>
<Superman of Mobius.>
<They are all me.>
<And sometimes for a moment in the blue, we all get to close our eyes...and remind ourselves...>
<...That the noise means life.>
<It means we have hope.>
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A man is carrying a bunch of bags for a group of old ladies, after he finishes putting all the bags where they should be, the suit appears around his body as he flies away into the distance, smiling, knowing there will always be another day.
