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time is the space in which we grow    without awareness    in our early years structured by meals    arrivals and departures    light and dark    hot and cold    school   studies  play  adventures    celebrations and by waiting    anxiously or not for things to happen time is that feeling that we may not have enough of it in our later years busy with jobs and family and travel covering long distances in order to achieve and educate and care time is what starts to rush by us with increasing speed in our final years making us wonder what it really means that space by which we measure our lives    our universes       our worlds time is
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Mar 18, 2015
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#time#passing#spaces#ages
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