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Sep 07, 2002 01:35

minutes, hours, seconds. Easily broken into pieces, yet flowing together and past so quickly. Time rushes past, I swim through it, caught in the undertow. Do you feel it? It passes me by. Can I grab it? Can we share it? The mundane details of life take so much and yield so little. The joys of moments are quickly grasped, savored. Too soon they turn to sweet memory....
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