Our spaces and places in time, seasons of our existence choices and decisions made, most times of our own choosing. A freeway seeing cars a few miles ahead of you as I'm headed to where I'm going today. How long has The distraction of continuous noise has it always been? There is nothing new under the heavens we came to pass from here to wherever our there will be.
Our spaces, and places in time
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