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Very cool photo.
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Thank you, Brian.
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For some wonderful reason, this haiku would do as the chorus of a song. I so want to know why time is kept (the “real” reason) and what will happen…
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Thank you, Clarissa. In reality it’s for a truly mundane reason, but I don’t want to spoil the mystery 😉
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Oh, please don’t! 🙂
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