Stop.Pause.Rewind.

The Hands Of Time

By C.S. RosingPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Pause It If You Can...

Attempt To Rewind, You Can’t.

Savor Each Moment.

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Anfas Mohammedabout a year ago
nice
Novel Allenabout a year ago
Very true.

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