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Feb 2019
A fleeting wisp of time
when everything and nothing matter simultaneously.
We know when we’re having one,
or when we’re in one...
We instinctively stop to appreciate the now
and subconsciously allow our senses to take over.
The sights, the sounds, the smells...
And then it’s gone.
These moments, strung together,
tell the story of our lives.
They are what we will remember
as we take our final breath.
Mary
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Mary
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