I woke this morning with a fragment of poetry running through my mind. I'm not sure it's word for word but the way I remember it is "Time, you old vagabond, can't you stay / Put up your caravan for just one day? "
I think this is because I'm sensing more than ever the fleeting nature of this life and I'm not all that anxious to have it finished.
There are so many things I enjoy and hope to continue enjoying.
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