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And indeed there will be time / For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, / Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; / There will be time, there will be time / To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; / There will be time to murder and create, / And time for all the works and days of hands / That lift and drop a question on your plate; / Time for you and time for me, / And time yet for a hundred indecisions, / And for a hundred visions and revisions, / Before the taking of a toast and tea. / (The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - excerpt) ___________ I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better? jan 7 2026 ∞
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