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Once there was a little boy who loved maps. He collected them, studied them, and used them to dream of distant and exotic places. He learned to appreciate the fine details and the craftsmanship in the creation of a map.

There was one map that he valued above all others. He found the map buried in a pile of unwanted junk at a library and immediately appreciated its value. It was exquisite and precise. It was a masterpiece of art, more than a navigational tool. He was granted permission to keep it and spent many hours studying and admiring the map. He vowed to find the great mapmaker that had created such an extraordinary piece.

The boy grew to become a man, and a great mapmaker himself. He studied cartography, traveled the world, and became renowned for his precise, skilled work. In all his travels, he continually searched for the mapmaker responsible for his treasured map.

His skilled knowledge of the world and exhaustive travels brought him to a remote island, where few had ever been. There, he found the great Mapmaker.

He was pointed to a small hut, high upon a hill. The boy who had become a man, stepped into the hut to meet the great Mapmaker, and was shocked by who he found within. There, in the hut, surrounded by the tools of his great craft, was a little boy who loved maps.


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