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Sometimes I want to catch the ghost of my teenage self, sitting on this bench, reflected in the mirror's gaze. She brimmed with dreams, a heart set on Mars, on cosmic escapades before the millennium's turn. Her fervor for life was her ticket to the stars. Yet here she remains, grounded. Mars was but a dream. What else remains in the realm of fantasy? Come, sit next to me, and I'll tell you - or perhaps, in the telling, you'll reveal it to me.

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Sometimes I want to catch the ghost of my teenage self, sitting on this bench, reflected in the mirror's gaze. She brimmed with dreams, a heart set on Mars, on cosmic escapades before the millennium's turn. Her fervor for life was her ticket to the stars. Yet here she remains, grounded. Mars was but a dream. What else remains in the realm of fantasy? Come, sit next to me, and I'll tell you - or perhaps, in the telling, you'll reveal it to me.