As boys, we ran through the trees like young squires, the swords of our fearless imaginings glittering through the foliage-framed sunlight above, rescuing blue-eyed princesses we then only dreamt of.
Now we are men. The harsh rust of time has dimmed the brilliance of our blades, but not our hearts.
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