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// Time //

We either have too little or too much. We either have it or we don’t. And if we lose it we have to make it again. We try to buy it, and we try to save it. Sometimes we spend it on something that lacks quality. The youth rarely takes it and the elderly takes a whole lot. Where does it go when we consume it? It can’t be recycled. Hopefully it’s not waisted.
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Oct 26, 2018
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