The fertile river bank and mossy mounds watch as a jogger constantly steps on conscience ground; while looking ever more tabetic. The stars yawn having seen this before. Knowing the process of eternity comes once again for its finality. As a gentle wind whispers, ‘Forever is much like diminishing moonlight beckoning you to follow.’
-M. Taggart
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I absolutely love that last line
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