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Shifting through time neather back nor forward. Left to be always in the middle. Given no clues of what is to be. Not even tomorrow is a sure thing. And yet we are in our own way. At least for today.
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Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 7:58 PM UTC
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Shifting through time neather back nor forward. Left to be always in the middle. Given no clues of what is to be. Not even tomorrow is a sure thing. And yet we are in our own way. At least for today.
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48/M/New Zealand
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 7:58 PM UTC
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