When I was young, I felt like a captive locomotive. Time didn’t move fast enough for me. I couldn’t satiate my young appetite for the world that waited beyond my rural landscape. Today, time moves far too fast. There is just enough time in a day for regret of what I haven’t accomplished. Time eludes all reason— especially when it comes to a death.
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