The Passing of the Tides

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I was about to ask —

Where did the year go? Not just the hours, days, or minutes, but all the triumphs and failures, all the joys and sorrows?

The longing, anticipation, the happy times together – they seem like memories, fading in the twilight, blurring with the passing of the tides.

Then, in the midst of everything, it dawned on me —

The years may pass and the memories fade like the passing of the tides, but the people we share them with — family, friends, people we love — are constant like the shore. They stay with us in this journey called life.

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