Time seems to be a blur. Now, two hours ago, yesterday, tomorrow, at this point, it's all the same. Time is white. Time is also red. Now, I know what you are thinking. And no, I will tell you now that this is not one of those moments. I actually like this moment. The best I've been in a long, long time. The benefit of time being a blur is that memories are often swept away from you. Yes, the good ones go too, but it's a small price to pay to get rid of the bad ones. Their existence in our life is ephemeral. As it should be.
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