Homage to the perishable clay

ever been in a setting, a moment, where you thought, 'this is good, this is just right... freeze it here please' ... and then you realize you can't... it's just right now, no other time, and that's what makes it sweet... you know? you've felt that, right?
it happens. and then it goes.

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