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Things change. Everyone says it. Everyone knows it happens. One day, the castles in the sand of your childhood just don't matter any more. Damn, I wish they did. I wish things didn't have to change. But they do. The tide comes in, and everything washes away.
It changes. It moves with the wind, with the moon, with my mood. It controls. It ebbs. It flows.
Tide.