#0013. Everybody leaves. That is a sad fact. The saddest fact. I have stood on many docks waving at ships departing over the horizon and there I am, alone again. Everybody will board that boat. They will give me parting gifts. Bottle caps. Pieces of string. Letters. So many letters. So many letters stuffed in a box. Everybody leaves. Except Melancholy. He stays nearby. He does tricks. He can somersault. He is good with the puppets. He'll stay. The ships will sink after the crest the horizon.
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