Epiphany and other useless thoughts

November 7, 2018

The Universe ripples with constant change...

...Like newly formed cracks and lines on the surface of the hand, I await the shape of fate

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ArizonachillNov 7, 2018

<p>We are as we have begun. The ending of a thought from whose past we have become the future.</p><p>Without Prejudice or Prediction.</p>