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Memories
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Dino’s chubby plane putters through the sky, breaking through the clouds as they bid old memories goodbye.
Just a single suitcase slowly wheeled through empty cobblestone streets against the silhouettes of a line of sky-high blocks arranged on repeat.
An unending series of winding stairs and moving boxes up and down, from place to place and door to door, a search for home circles round and round.
But in the midst of empty streets and a heavy douse of snow, a tree-lined street, a beautiful abode, with warm and homey glow. The smells of rustic meals waft through the windows, and finally, Dino knew that months-long wandering was finally out of limbo.
What truly is the passage of time, and how does this lead to Dino’s silly rhymes?