Growing time

I didn’t have time for a buttered croissant, for hazelnut coffee, for headlines, to smile, to admire the orange hibiscus, for the voices on the radio, to say goodbye to my mother. Then, I slowly woke up to a new morning and gave my attention and I grew Time.

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