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Seasons of reason
While passing through the seasons that life has willed we do we fail to see the moment that we are passing through. When summer sun is shining and we are in our prime the picture seems so perfect that we forget the time. And all the days we wasted back in our early spring were only seen as "sowing" and never meant a thing. But when we face the season of cold reality and time has taken over the place we used to be. Then we start to realize what we are passing through is only but a season that life has willed we do.
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