nicewpiece. reminds me of the closing lines of andrew marvell’s “to his coy mistress” – “let us roll all our strength and all/our sweetness into one ball,/and tear our pleasures into one rough strife/through the iron gates of life:/thus, though we cannot make our sun/stand still, yet we can make him run.”
Sarah Doughty 
Eternity…timeless. I know such feelings. Awesome
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Thank you!
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*squeeeeeeal* Love this.
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Aww thank you!
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awwwwwwwwwww
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😊😊😊😊
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It’s so crisp! I love that your writing is so relatable, I’ve been there and felt that.
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Aww I’m honored by that, thank you so much! 😊
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nicewpiece. reminds me of the closing lines of andrew marvell’s “to his coy mistress” – “let us roll all our strength and all/our sweetness into one ball,/and tear our pleasures into one rough strife/through the iron gates of life:/thus, though we cannot make our sun/stand still, yet we can make him run.”
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Oooh yes. Often those moments we want to stand still are sped up, much to our chagrin. 😊😊
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Oh.. ♥♥♥
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😊💖😊
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Beautiful!
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Aw thanks! 😊
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You’re welcome 🙂
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🙂 Lovely.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome! 😀
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sweet!
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Thanks, love!
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So simple, yet beautiful at the same time! 😀
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Aw thank you!
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No problem!
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