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Time

What is time if not an elusive, capricious thing? We want more of it—but with more of it, we age. And if we age, we have less time. What an elusive, capricious thing—time is, was, is, was, is, fickle, like Us Was, Is, What an Elusive Capricious Thing Time Was—Is— Time vs. Poets, Poets vs. Time—an un-ending battle of Ages and Life-Times.

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Date: 9/19/2024 8:16:00 AM
Dear Luciana, so well inked to show us the reality of time. I just finished reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, and I have been studying her life at the moment and one thing she talked about is not having time to ink her passions. Excellent Read! - Blessings, MY Dear Friend, Daniel
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Date: 9/18/2024 5:34:00 AM
You make a keen poetic observation Luciana. As the song says, "Time keeps on slipping slipping slipping, into the future.."
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Luciana Fisher
Date: 9/18/2024 3:16:00 PM
haha indeed it does, Tom!

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