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Sands of a beach during sunset on Grande Canary
Two young girls, heads bent, forming sand into castles, awaiting their dreams
Time flows, as if yesterday was today, whuile waiting for tomorrow.
And yet?
Time means nothing to me.
i see it all as clearly as it happened tomorrow, or today, and definitely, yesteday.
Knowing just exactly what it is
to be
me.
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