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Each year April passes more quickly than the previous one.

I would like to believe it’s because one day falls into the next, evenly, fluidly so much so that differences are subtle, unmarked by distinctions. But that’s untrue. There’s growth, movement, and not to omit transition, seemingly overnight.

With aging time speeds with a limitless pace, slowing less frequently but revealing the most important details along the way.