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| Circa 1975, Modesto, CA ~ I am the guy wearing sunglasses |
Time flies,
or so it seems.
We remember.
and sometimes
we forget.
Time really doesn't move,
there is no past,
no present,
no future.
There is just
one flowing,
moving,
perception
of this or that.
If we are awake,
we realize
it's time for
a good laugh,
or a good cry,
or a moment of silence,
or a movement out,
even a movement in.
For what we have,
is always
right in front
of our eyes.
Wonji
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