The sharing of time is just a point of contact, a chance encounter. Each of us along this time with all its differences, with all its peculiarities. Everyone is a world apart. We are pilgrims of time, concentrate on our own existence in spite of. A multitude of solitudes that cross that "interact" but retain their uniqueness. ... A beginning and an end in the middle of sharing important or trivial, lightning or sustained, to be our own.
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