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There is a time for all things.  This truth, I know.  Yet I find myself in want for things that this season is not offering.

I want time to sit like this.  I want time to turn off my car and leave my things in the back seat, just step out and look, breathe, wait a minute while my skins warms.  I want time to swing my legs over the edge of a cliff, pick a flower I shouldn’t probably pick and stick it in my ponytail.   I want time to tie my shoes and laugh at you and kick loose rocks beneath my soles.  Time to be in-between.

I don’t have time for…

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