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SandWith a faint and soft movement the sands of time trickles through closed fingers. Hands clasped tightly trying to hold onto every last gem, each fine grain of memory. Though the breadth of time has flowed through these hands, when opened all that can be seen is nothing more than a small and precious grouping of lived time.Sand
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two.two seeds nestled softly in the light groundtwo.
close and sheltered in a loving embrace of a mother.
two small sprouts entering the cold bright world bracing themselves against the vicious wind and glaring sun
two gentle buds hang in the cool empty air closed to the world around them and waiting against hope for their time.
one lovely rose standing tall and proud in the morning sun small dew collecting on its petals and falling past its thorns.
One bitter orchid with rough stem and no scent of it own deaf to its old friend and facing away from the glow of day. &nb
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