All days are fleeting as each memory is but a moment cast in a sea of infinite images. Soon we shall wake to the nothingness beyond a dream that never is and never will be. Aye the calm of the storm but the impression of seeing one within the calm, to live before that passes on is a lovely journey.
From time to time, there are moments within life, which we can enjoy; often, they are so few, that we spend more time recalling them, rather than enjoying them. 😞
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