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The Winters roar. The Summers simmer. The Spring sings. The Fall is an omen of what is to come. Every season something different happens. Something changes. Change is sporadic year around. Some good. Some bad. But change does one essential thing; Cause of a change. Some permanent- some not. Alas, change is needed or we shall stop moving. What is change? Is it the inertia movement of science? Or is it simply the currency at which we observe our physical lives.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
Seasons pass, Seasons Rage
The Winters roar. The Summers simmer. The Spring sings. The Fall is an omen of what is to come. Every season something different happens. Something changes. Change is sporadic year around. Some good. Some bad. But change does one essential thing; Cause of a change. Some permanent- some not. Alas, change is needed or we shall stop moving. What is change? Is it the inertia movement of science? Or is it simply the currency at which we observe our physical lives.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
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