The crystallised air surrounded the lamp post as it gave the exact same light as it used to for the past 18 years. Handful of times he could remember the light go out, it could have been once, could have been twice, but seldom he could see it. Grasping the bottle filled with the liquid of life he stared, reflecting on the events of the past, the present and what could possibly be called the future.
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