The sands of time
Sand castles
Sand is the word
Inexplicable
To seemingly mold
Itself into time
We are Sand...
“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
— Margery Williams, Velveteen Rabbit
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