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Once, there was a young man whose family had everything, yet he felt unfulfilled in his life. He would wander the family estate for hours, tapping his dogs along at his heels, swishing a fallen branch around in the semblance of a wand to amuse anything that might be watching. It was among the tanning trees, at the base of a pale gray birch whose final leaf tired of life, that the young man made his decision. He left at dawn, the most beautiful time of any day because of all the promise it holds in its grasp, ready to bestow upon those who are ready to catch. He brought little inside the great suitcase, and was off. That city! Those people!