Forever is a funny thing, is
only time inconstant, only life that bears within it (like an engine does its
means of generating power) steadfast change. The hardest heart, the thickest
ice, the stiffest monument, all will melt into the distant sky, break into
rain, to tears, to clouds of sand. And that change—count on it—will change
again! And so the spring came round in mint condition and almost instantly
began to tarnish.
--From Variation West
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