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Apr 2020
Nothing resists forever
Nothing outlasts time
Our hearts thump
With the manifest certainty of
A graveyard’s slow march over an empty field
Passed a graveyard today, and I thought of how it keeps moving, like a rising tide along the shore, into the next open field.
Written by
Isabine  F
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