Hourglass Of Time (1 rating) by Khori Armstrong
Each day the cubs assumed greater importance to me for they have become older and soon helped me through my old age for my time on this world of anger, rage, and war will soon come to an end. Every grain of sand from the everlasting hourglass of time soon changed everything, for now my soul has departed and my will to live is no more but as generations to generations this chain will continue a never ending fusion of life and death.
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