Zakładka

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Bookmarks, placeholders.

They halt a moment in time,
a blip of eternity, stemming
forward motion, until such
time that the inevitable comes
to pass.

The placeholder is removed,
cast aside, and the story
continues, leaving all that
held it in place behind, never
to be remembered.

Some bookmarks are cursed
with memory…

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