Triumphs and Regret
Scales of being await us all in the end. No interpretations but a balance of triumphs and regret.
Scales of being await us all in the end. No interpretations but a balance of triumphs and regret.
“Time slithers from this universe to the next Big Bang. It has to slip somewhere, conservation and all.”
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