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Sands of Time Sparkling, tumbling from my hand Winking in the sunlight, mocking me It slips through my dismayed fingers No matter how tightly I cup my hands How I try to squeeze and save, it slips Shifting tiny granules falling away From my grasp to rejoin the universe. Entry for:
Object is sand.
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