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Horizon fences rushing time, damming dripping days that relentlessly well ever closer to last moments when all shall break against the wall and crash in one vast splash of ending now; where wind and water are one with sun and mortals see with immortal eyes time undone. Honorable Mention in the Writer's Loft Contest, Feb. 2005
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