She sees the past slipping through her fingers. She has an option though. To pick and collect the sands again. Save them from oblivion. But its the past she reasons. And how do you hold on to it forever. You only make your present. That's all there is.
The past could be a part of it. If you want.
But the memories of whats gone will go away too.
Past of today and of yesterday.
For once she's faster than them all. Not the one left behind.
She's the one who's ephemeral.
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