Time has a funny way of never running out, but being ever too fleeting. Over the last couple of days I have become some what intrigued by question of "how has time changed me?" I don't ask the question in the superficial sense, but rather in the spiritual/mental/ and emotional sense. It is undeniable that time is a constant gardener pruning and weeding out the overgrowth of our lives. I wonder if my garden is overgrown and wild, or neatly kept filled with blooming beauty. I invite you all to ask yourself the same question.
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