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A dark, old workout room lined with punching bags hanging from the ceiling. The bags are covered in dust and cracked from dry-rot. They haven't been used in ages. Forgotten.
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
Punching Bag
A dark, old workout room lined with punching bags hanging from the ceiling. The bags are covered in dust and cracked from dry-rot. They haven't been used in ages. Forgotten.
Just thinking. How many useful things so we forget about? How many people that made a difference in our lives, have we left behind?
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
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