Vagabond by S Young
OSTLY HE'D FEEL IT after waking from a
nap in the afternoons or early in the evenings. A wall of confusion, followed by
a feeling of being completely lost, lost beyond all hope of being found, and
then the sadness, a deep, timeless sadness would fill him, before he’d come to,
realise who he was, where he was, and piece together his life once again in
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