A life is a story told in the arc of time.
Time is fluid, white as light,
And glittering with flecks of brilliance,
Liquid moments leaking away over the years.
Sometimes I feel as if I am inside a mirror
Watching my life leaking away.
The world outside seems insubstantial,
As if the present is a dream,
And only my memories are solid,
And...
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