You were in bed.
You heard your mother working in the kitchen.
It was still light, the birds were bickering,
the waterfall behind the house was falling.
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The time slips out of our palms like the water working its way to the river. Neither of the two remains as it is. Every thing has to change. However, we can preserve a bit of our life and time through our pictures, old clothes etc. This is all amazing. I would like to quote a few lines: you heard the water falling / and didn’t want it to fall / You wanted to keep it / you saved yourself that minute.
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The time slips out of our palms like the water working its way to the river. Neither of the two remains as it is. Every thing has to change. However, we can preserve a bit of our life and time through our pictures, old clothes etc. This is all amazing. I would like to quote a few lines: you heard the water falling / and didn’t want it to fall / You wanted to keep it / you saved yourself that minute.