Time:
The distance between two points. The snuggles in the mornings. The dozing off at night. The birth of somebody. The death of another. The longing to be something. The fear that it will all be taken away. The wrinkles on the forehead. The tired feet. The school year. The new years. The date. The anniversary. The divorce. The deadline. The magic hour. The hours passing by and by... Time: No dictionary will accurately describe it. No answer will tell me where it goes, or why it goes. No definition will be enough. Because the only thing I know of time: Is that it's not enough.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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