Élan Vital - English Version
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Last published Sun, Sep 7, 2025
When the inspiration for this story first began to sprout within me, I didn't know who I was.
By the time it was finished, I had already bid farewell to the version of myself I would never meet. Like every story, this one and its farewell taught me something: Sometimes, saying goodbye to people, times, ideas, and dreams you've never known can still hurt. And ultimately, one can even bid farewell to oneself.
But that's not what I truly wanted to convey. So why did I start here?
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