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The old and gnarled oak. So much life.

Waiting in a hospital. Time. It goes on, it does not wait. It continues on, measuring.
But life, well, life does not measure, nor does it wait, nor does it know time.
It is only just this moment. Eternal. And if I can be in it, this moment, then I can also be so much life.


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