Life seems to have passed so quickly when you look back at it. Let's hope the best bits reappear for us in another time and place.
Renaissance Time has overtaken age and caught the years in its wake, insisting that all follow at a pace which increases with every day of life. The elastic years of childhood, when every moment is crammed with new life and excitement, give way to mundane monotony with little to inspire or thrill. Time steals the solace of Spring and hides it in eternity for our renaissance.
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