It has been said, once, by a wise man, that the moment comes so soon; the moment comes so soon, when there is nothing left to wait for. In youthful folly we bloom with potential and dream like an expectant spring, full of wildflower and wind. Reaching, grasping, shooting—before summer wanes in August light full of empty heat, like an interval absent of …
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