The seasons speed by just like the racing, ice-cold water of a spring freshet. Our days go back and forth, varying from the placid, clear pools of a quiet day, to those other more tumultuous days that are like raging, frothy waterfalls. Indeed, life is much like a stream (of consciousness?) flowing past, always going downstream, hurrying to the sea, seemingly never to return to the mountains - entropy personified. One analogy would be fitting - it is important that we live each day to its utmost because we're never going to get to do it over again. It is all a Great Cycle, though. If, indeed, we are all like tiny droplets of water in that vast stream of life, perhaps we really do get a "

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