Point of Demarcation

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What started thousands of hours ago has reached its demarcation line.

Not really, but quite.

It felt like raining during a summer picnic. And raining feels good.

It was a catalyst to something the universe allowed me to peek from tomorrow.

And like the river, I should only let it flow.

And so I am, I’m letting it flow.

 

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