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I think of it, the impending and imminent, and I cannot think of loss or sorrow. I have only the time between, the now-time, to make the use I can. I would prefer to make a castle of clouds, or a song of stories, or a beautiful moment of the small nothing you said. I would prefer to use my time being thrilled. If I don't, I'll always wonder, and I'll throw my head back and sigh, and I'll say to myself softly "I wonder what you're doing now?"