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As time moves ahead, tick by tick, we reach our last breath. From birth to death, the miracle of life is undeniable. We are conscience
January 31, 2025
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As time moves ahead, tick by tick, we reach our last breath. From birth to death, the miracle of life is undeniable. We are conscience
As the story runs its course, and the last sentence is written and read. The story continues to live in the mind and heart of
We are but dust flowing in an endless breeze, reaching for what lies ahead, hoping for our final destination, one we wish we could see,
Between the beats of our hearts, we find peace and solitude that nourishes our souls and propels us forward through time and space. Connecting with
Can the blood that flows within escape as it congeals and clots, hardening the soul and weighing down the spirit until the bones of little
Hollow echoes of a forgotten past cascade through the empty chambers of the heart. The sound of the rumble is always felt but never heard.
We are neither alive nor dead, but caught between the very shifting void of our own life. For life is our air and death is
In the light of the day, in the darkness of night, between the shimmering moonlight and the rays of the early dawn. Between the droplets
As the dew holds firmly to its nightly companion, and as the dawn slowly approaches, a fear of release begins to cascade. Fear of loss,
Within the seas of the endless divide, crossing the void into the unknown of our souls. Within the grasping of time, we come to know
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