The years will only seem like days for familiarities that has never learned to forget but only accustomed themselves to the present. The upcoming seems merely the object of the past. The steps are more cautious, the words carefully spoken. No there is no hole to patch because you were ever so careful this time and yet it is there. A missing piece, only it is not missing. It has no place in the puzzle of today. But it sits there, where you can only know it is there but never see for sure. You have kept it aging but timeless. And timeless will end where destiny steps in. Until then the wheel of fate will always be unknown. In good faith, let warm wishes envelope life wherever it is mailed to.
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