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Nov 2014
Time moves on.
Quicker than a river.

Soon, we will be
dirt underneath the
waters. Stones will
crumble, metal
will rust, love will
conquer. β€œFor what
does a man profit
if he gains the whole
world and loses
his soul?” Money
will vanish. Coins will
rust & riches
will be found within
ourselves.
Written by
Rachel Williams  Alabama
(Alabama)   
468
   Pax
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