I believed I could postpone the present, to pour it out at will. When I uncorked it, though, I discovered that years had leaked out, months had moseyed on, days had dashed off, minutes were missing and every second had sprinted away.
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Creative use of every form of movement, Cynk! Loved it.
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Thanks! I was trying to get faster forms with each smaller increment of time.
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I loved that aspect of this, Cyn. Well done!
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I love this! Well done.
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Time does move like that!–and alliteration as a bonus. 🙂
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I’m addicted to alliteration.
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You definitely have a strong understanding of how time works here. Loved the beautiful words you used to describe it! 😀
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Beautiful, concrete imagery here, Cyn. **
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I like your alliteration here, Cyn, especially “months had moseyed on.” That time, it keeps on moving no matter what we do.
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“Moseyed” was my favorite, too.
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Sometimes it would be nice if we could just keep it in a bottle and use it when we need it.
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I’ve had the Jim Croce song stuck in my head since reading the question, so I decided to take his conceit and turn it on its end.
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I loved the word play in this one. Moseyed — I heart it.
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I love this! Time’s like Houdini! I wish there was a bottle that could contain it 🙂 At least just the good times.
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True – there are instances when time can’t go fast enough
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