Again – a lone wanderer roams the world facing the drab dawn of a dead tomorrow.
An old, old story of men who have loved, lost and tried to forget.
Some seek the whispering shadows of the great outdooors haunted always by the face of the "one girl".
Some would lose "her" image in the mystic haze of the silent seas.
Others turn from "the girl" to the feverish lure of the gaming table.
The devil-may-care type – he who toys with death – anything to forget the "only girl".
The Girl. Grief laid its heavy hand upon her – but the hand slipped.
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