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Oct 2013
Birthdays are quite morbid, counting the years we have graced suspended time with our presence. And as these years pass, you wonder how long you have left on this continuously ticking clock; how many more hours you have to slowly decay in the garden of life. Would it still be considered decaying if we stopped watching clocks? Would they tick at all?
Victoria Kiely
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Victoria Kiely  Guelph
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