I understand that in the ‘outside’ world people can live to be over 100 years old. I’ve been told that most of them die around 70-75 though. That would suck. I’m over 350 years old, in outside terms. Here in Shangri-la I’m only 25, of course.
I wonder if Naomi is still alive? I wonder if she thinks about me? I don’t see myself leaving here to find out, it’s too bad she can’t return. Once someone leaves Shangri-la, they never return. Some say that is because they can’t find the passageway. I don’t know how true that is, guess I’ll never find out.
I work hard at convincing myself Naomi will return some day. I frequently imagine the day when through the magical door she’ll appear, as lovely as my memories of her, her face radiating joy and beauty, her arms stretched wide in an invitational embrace. I miss her, and still I keep dreaming.
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