Waiting

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What of her presence in this prison of glass and time?

The sands speak of things lost and half forgotten.

She waits, anticipation all consuming. It gnaws, it infuriates.

The stars plunge from the heavens, yet no light illuminates her darkness.

Fugit inreparabile tempus, “it escapes, irretrievable time”.

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