Changes.
The word
as it is.
Changes.
Never
the same.
Evolving
creation.
Writhing
biology
working the
environment.
Molding
existence.
People come.
People go.
Leaving behind
a different
place.
Living.
Knowing one
place.
One reality.
Setting the
stage
for the
next.
Like kneading
clay.
Morphing.
Slightly
different each
iteration.
Unique.
Changing.
One life
one place
in time.
Morphing,
never ending!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Without those changes where would we be?
Andy
Probability in a simpler place. Thank you for reading.
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