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I hope you enjoy the lyrical quality of the prose. While I wonder again if anyone is reading these notes, my wistfulness is taking a poetic turn:

They repeat themselves
What is here, will be there
It wills, willing, to be again
spring; neap, ebb and flow, wane; wax
sow; reap, warp and woof, motif; melody.
The changed changes. We remain
Perpetually, Immutably, Endlessly.

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