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Summer was held in my hands. Like the sand of an hourglass it slipped through parted fingers. The thinnest gap and a grain would fall, down to the unknown.
Why did you let it go?
I didn't. I held onto it so tightly. I tried to close all the holes, the gaps, the exits.
Somethings are beyond our grasp.
I'm not sure I ever held summer in my hands.
Why did you let it go?
I didn't. I held onto it so tightly. I tried to close all the holes, the gaps, the exits.
Somethings are beyond our grasp.
I'm not sure I ever held summer in my hands.