EXT. FIELD OF RYE – AFTERNOON – ESTABLISHING

The rye blows gently in the soft, summer breeze.

HOLDEN CAULFIELD  (O.S.)
As the days of summer wane,
and the last leaves fall from the trees,
I cannot help but wonder:
Who are we, and what is our purpose in this world?

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INT. DESK BY A WINDOW – AFTERNOON – ESTABLISHING

The time-worn wooden desk features dusty framed photographs of PHOEBE CAULFIELD, ROBERT ACKLEY, WARD STRADLATER, JANE GALLAGHER, and OTHERS.

HOLDEN CAULFIELD  (O.S.)
Perhaps this I cannot say at the moment;
but, for certain, in those days,
we loved so many, and yet hated so much,
we understood one another, and yet deceived ourselves,
as we stood together, beneath a cloudless sky…

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