| The future pulls the rock, sky and aggregate towards its inevitability...a waterfall on the edge of the precipice of time...that moment of suspension just before the rush grabs and cascades into the tumultuous whirlpools of its own arrival...sucking it down to tumbling rocks at the gorge bottom...somersaulted dizzily into the whitewater...the sting of the future surprising the present... | |
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