He looked high, low — everywhere.
For years he searched in unlikely places, always hoping the truth would rear its ugly head.
On his deathbed, he called his children close: he had finally found it.
“Time,” he whispered. “It’s all we’ll ever have.”
Though his had ended, the moment was eternal.
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