Time is of the essence //
that is what they say.
Essence makes up time.
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The Missing Ingredient
The first time I saw her, she was wearing a velvety, red ribbon in her hair. She carried a small leather backpack everywhere. She searched the forest by turning stones, checking beneath shrubs, listening to the wind as if it might carry an answer.
By Imola Tóth3 days ago in Fiction
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Thanks for making me think deeper in regards to this saying.