

Sands of TimeGaze upon the eventide sky, for the stars are still in reach. And yet to many they fade from sight, as sand becomes the beach.Sands of Time
Yet the eyes can only perceive so much. The infinite through finite senses To see it all is impossibly beyond even the most complex array of lenses.
But stop to gaze upon life’s canvas, and listen to the whistling sands. Stop to feel the fabric of the universe, sifting through your hands.
Observe the animals coming and going and hear their song of life. They have no fears, worries, regrets,
and do not linger
You should write more.
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The beauty of every undiscovered pattern is that it is a pattern nonetheless...
~Proud member of:
*Apophysis_ ~the-gimp_~crowloft_~Followers-of-Eris
And so it begins....again
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