Eternity
Eternity is like a puddle.
That is muddy.
Sometimes, we are frozen.
We are frozen pebbles at the bottom of a puddle.
Sometimes, pebbles get washed.
Sometimes, pebbles get washed away.
But still we live.
But still the puddle grows.
Eternity.
We are part of eternity.
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