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Eternity, says the mountain when referencing time Centuries, says the forest whose trees grace its side Decades, say the roadway who winds and weaves by Hours, say the vehicles

I entertain worry like a long-anticipated guest, as if she is a distant relative crossing oceans to visit me I fluff up the pillows, and

How is it, little one, that you evoke such joy, unaware that I stand idly by, too preoccupied to care? You flit about as if

Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
In anticipation of guests, the hostess – always bent on pleasing – carefully selects the script, ascribes roles,…