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the goblin was here too, alone save for that cold feeling of deep passing night as he eyed the Christmas tree for its reassurance though it only seemed to open doors back to earlier trees of his wilder times “…you’re all gone, why do you want me to remind myself of all this now, besides they're, and you well know it too, either dead, grown up or very old now, …” he voiced to the bright tree surrounded by darkness, the tree laughed back"...stupid goblin is it only now that you learn that you can't give Christmas back to those who loved you, you can only pass it on for them..."


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the goblin had some idea of how the goblin would be in thirty years if he was still here that is, but he had no idea of the amazing things he could come across or produce if he just kept on posting like this "...ones outer world slowly crumbles while ones inner world slowly forms..." repeated the goblin to himself now


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