TIME

Jul 26

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TIME

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History … Her story

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Interminable

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Illusory … Imaginary

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Time … Time

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Eternity

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Death

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About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

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