All Goes Away
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There’s nothing profound I can think of to say, other than it’s true all will one day go away. This place, those people, that church and steeple, the rock over there, my favorite easy chair, you and me, him, her, them, we will all someday go away. Even things said to last forever will eventually succumb to time and the weather. Maybe you like this status quo, but I truly thought you’d like to know. I heartily suggest you go out and play before the time this all goes away.
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