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Sifting Sands

Treasuring every moment left waking hours become minutes become seconds, sands of time sifting through our fingers and the very sinews of our beings

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




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Date: 6/24/2024 6:04:00 AM
...Yeah, and it gets in our bathing suits too...sorry...
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Date: 6/24/2024 3:47:00 AM
So interesting!
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Date: 6/24/2024 12:40:00 AM
Time keeps marching even after we stop
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