in a wet spring snow . tracks are made; but within hours . will cease to exist
each generation . loses parts of history . so must repeat it
opposing forces create their final textures as the daylight fades
past experience informs possible futures we can prepare for
all of history can be written in the things we have forgotten
that which cannot wait will still be there tomorrow and still be waiting
no one is self-made as long as there are structures we all rely on
one’s abilities when taken out of context often seem unfair
in the early spring . one never knows what treasures . snow melt will reveal
consciously or not . our minds put everything . into its own box
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