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Sep 20
Here I am standing within this moment.
I feel the echoes of time's tide
Lapping at my feet, washing over me
Reaching the top of my head.
My brain suddenly comprehending
What time actually means to each of us.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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     guy scutellaro, Luz and Traveler
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