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What I Noticed in Passing….

“Once, over the passing of many days, the hand upon the clock makes time to pause. The hand wonders if his pause suspends the passing of all things or if only he is the one to notice his standing still.

A drop of rain, once the article of many composed within the clouds, falls freely rejoicing in her independent form. She wonders, her destination approaching, what then becomes of me apart from who I am?  Read more...