10 years gone

A decade. Ten years. That’s a long time and no time at all. The days grow shorter, the seasons fly by and I am still here. I wait. Life goes on around me and with me and in me, but I feel the end arriving, stealthily and without warning. And yet I am reminded every day that we are all here for a very short time. We come and go and maybe come again, learning something from before and building on that rhyme we try again, and again, till what? Who knows.

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