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The beginning of the end, with the hour glass set in reverse continuum A reset and reload, of moments weaved and spread through the sands of time 1,2,3,4,5……5,4,3,2,1… The irony of counting up and down simultaneously The amalgamation of old and new, harmoniously A habitual ritual carried out ceremoniously Time stands still, as it fades away "Reminisces", a dish for the day Sketching yet another 360 pathway Cheers !!! to that which is made of clay

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