the sand in the hourglass
grows finer as it runs out
on its descent
and yet
it is still sand
object #4 and random pics
1 day ago
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3 comments:
(just sitting and quietly considering this. yup.)
love to you and yours, steven, this holiday weekend.
xo
erin
erin thanks for the love . . . i'll pass it around and send my own your way! steven
This says so much and holds much meaning. Wonderful words! I wrote a poem I've posted twice titled "hourglass" that is one of my favorites. I'd share but can't remember what years I posted it under!
Have a wonderful weekend!
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