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Clocks

by @iris-rebry

"Time is but a stream I goa-fishing in" "Who could bear the whips and scorns of time?" "I wasted time, and now time doth waste me." "Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future, but today's a gift. That's why it's called the present." "Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana." "Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted." "Time heals all wounds." And tell me, are you ready for the clocks to stop? For your life to be poured out like sand, into a pyramid made of the sands of time? Are you ready Or not?
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