This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge.
The Sands of Time
The sand flows steadily on: seconds, minutes, hours… building into days, weeks, years… Memories of childhood joy lies smothered beneath arid desert. Still, enough time remains to build sandcastles before the glass turns once more.
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Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else’s. Billy Wilder