No matter how long the day or how early you begin living it, time in its relentless habit of pruning, fleeces away whatever few seconds one might have extended their day with.
Swift moments pickled in diurnal flashes of hourly vinegar to be used at a later date, alas they rot as the day ends; the tick that tocks to shorn everything into a magical 24-hour weave, it promised ever since the big bang.
Swift moments pickled in diurnal flashes of hourly vinegar to be used at a later date, alas they rot as the day ends; the tick that tocks to shorn everything into a magical 24-hour weave, it promised ever since the big bang.
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