Time is not a river running inexorably to the sea, but the sea itself—its tides that appear and disappear… — Robin Wall Kimmerer
Time is not a river running inexorably to the sea, but the sea itself—its tides that appear and disappear, the fog that rises to become rain in a different river. All things that were will come again.
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