"From our birthday, until we die, Is but a winking of the eye."
-William Butler Yeats
Than the transpiring shortness of life. A wink or a blink and things can be picture perfection or incredibly messed up. The difficult decisions left to be made in a single moment, and all these moments amount to this mass, one you may wish to transpose and alter-but ultimately it is YOURS, yours in that moment to go with it (as they say flow). And this is what some call love or life and to truly know.
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