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Time, an eerie place of longest days and lifetimes that pass in the twinkling of a loved one’s eye… Seconds will succumb as many mistaken minutes honor the hours that can drag on hopelessly or fly by frighteningly fast until a day is formed. Evening signals a sunless duplication hours, seconds, minutes, blending together to form another night. An evening of sleep or stressful regrets? For the worried, sun-up marks the end of the nightmarish and sleepless dark, for lovers, dawn comes too fast and for workers, it’s merely temporary relief of factory pain. Days and weeks change into months remembered, so rapidly progressive speeding the spans of each year some painful others successful and time does not heal all wounds. Some pains grow with time turning into insurmountable roadblocks, robbing and crippling the weak and willing. Inhibiting all gratitude- (their only chance) Seconds, months, weeks, hours, lean leap years, finicky fortnights, maniacal blue moons, and days of reckoning. Shake them out of your memory and blow them into a sunbeam what would you see- regret, thanks, rue, sate, stumbling blocks or bridges? Life is a downhill adventure, what else explains the constant acceleration? Spiritually an endless, ageless, uphill climb where rewards are unending. Life submits to time, time marches on… Time- an eerie place of longest days and eons that pass in the twinkling of a loved one’s eye…
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