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Time's Dance
Moment as brass you cannot hold.
Time dances the way a streetcar dances — arrives late, leaves anyway, you on the step or not.
New Orleans teaches: second passes, memory attaches — beignet sugar, river sound, oak shade, all filed fast.
Cherish is not poster language. Accurate is notice before the bite is gone.
The chime still marks the next second.
JV · Dark Heart Labs