Like finding yourself in a musty old room that speaks of a past life you try to piece together, discovering the abandoned treasures that only your eyes have seen for years; you run your hands over the rows upon rows of dust covered books on every subject, the tattered maps that tell of journeys undertaken, the pictures of unknown faces, the trinkets and souvenirs, the menagerie of butterflies and collection of precious stones, and the dinosaur bones taking pride of place in a grand gold and mahogany glass case.

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