I make friends with space in hope that time will be gentle, grabbing my hand instead of face. So often and so abrubtly, time makes a spectacle of me--abrasive reminders that hiding does not stop its ticking. I've left the watches to boxes and travel to the sight of things only to fail in the grandest attempt ever: running from those walking gracefully to a time that makes sense to more than one.
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