He remembered how it had always worked.
Life was a circle; a cosmic merry-go-round.
When he died, he came back to live the same life over again.
He cried over those he had lost; friendships that had fallen out, all his failures and foibles.
Then, he looked back at Christmas as a child; how Santa Claus had magically appeared sometime in the night.
He recalled dreams; magical and fantastic when in their midst.
He thought about his first love; his first kiss.
The pain grew in his chest.
He remembered, looking forward to the good things that were to come.
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