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They say curiosity killed the cat, and that a cat has nine lives,

so I guess it's safe to say a feline can endure a great curiosity

eight times and still come out ahead. For me I figured I'd only

have one chance to dealve into the realm of the deeply curious.

Not a simple quest, but a dearly held curiosity, almost like

an anchient obsesion often remembered, frequently relived in

daydreams and subconcious thoughts. At first it wasn't a quest

at all, but a kind of wonder. A wonder a where she is, what she's

doing, what has become of her? Occasionally those thoughts would

wander around from time to time and transform into something

more abstract, like a wonder at what would have happened, if,

only if, things had turned out in a different manner? One can

think of opportunities lost, of the endlessly infinite outcomes

that may have resulted from any number of modified actions,

behaviours, or chances to bring about the one chance of a

meaningful relationship. The chance of a lifetime, it may come

only once, but how does one recognize the precise time and

circumstances which one can grasp. Or perhaps nothing could have

changed the one real outcome.

For long it went on that way, remembering from time to time,

but nothing more than a casual brush against an emotional

tie with the past. A period spanning many years, in fact decades,

never diminished the feelings entirely, memories both enigmatic

yet familiar.

Then, almost suddenly, several events revived a renewed interest.

The question was, an interest in what. It began with a walk in a park,

an interest of a livetime,