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Somewhere in a galaxy far, far away, lived a hermit who lived by an acacia tree in a small wooden hut. His knarly face had seen many things. He had loved and lost many times and had surfed the wave of life with style and verve. Though very old and grey, his mind was as sharp as a whetted knife. His senses so alive he could still taste and feel the memories of a thousand years. And he smiled a smile to himself because he could still play the game better than anyone. This is his story