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		By: This Day (Winter&#8217;s Possibilities) &#124; Seeking Streams		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[[&#8230;] Two pieces I read this month invited me to pause and reconsider my relationship with time, and with the mundane. Words that invited me to live slower, and appreciate the distance between my children’s perspectives and my own – as well as a perspective that’s gradually growing within me and will soon overcome my present one, begging life for a “pause” button, begging earth to stall its grueling spin. Where did the time go? I’ll soon ask. Those years just flew by. [&#8230;]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] Two pieces I read this month invited me to pause and reconsider my relationship with time, and with the mundane. Words that invited me to live slower, and appreciate the distance between my children’s perspectives and my own – as well as a perspective that’s gradually growing within me and will soon overcome my present one, begging life for a “pause” button, begging earth to stall its grueling spin. Where did the time go? I’ll soon ask. Those years just flew by. [&#8230;]</p>
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