Time runs on splintered heels
And flies like the clock's hands, once unloosed;
If you would climb the mountain of days,
Perhaps unchain, the fettered years
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So true Patti. We're all climbing that mountain of days, and the peak is not so far away as once envisioned. May we indeed seek the tales in tomes, lest we forget the mountains Creator. Peace.
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So true Patti. We're all climbing that mountain of days, and the peak is not so far away as once envisioned. May we indeed seek the tales in tomes, lest we forget the mountains Creator. Peace.