Past, Preasent, Future.

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Looking out the window
I see a mountain.
I wonder how long it has been there,
if it started as a hill?
Or if started as a clump of dirt.

All I know is that it stands today,
and it will for a long time.
Don't always live in the past,
remember to take a step towards the future,
and live in the present.

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