I have harvested time in the harvesting time that is approaching rapidly. it amazes me how in this life time flies away from us, as if we were its enemy. What if, in the infinite amount of parallel dimensions, there were a place where one could actually grow time and harvest it. Time would be a delicious fruit in a place where one could choose how much time one wanted...but then, what would the limiting or finite precious commodity be?
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