Glory days often fill my memories, those days of youth when all things worked and all was sunshine, incredible feats, and faithful friends. However those days pass faster than I can write this sentence and now are filled with the days of glory of my coming of age, my God, my lover, my family, and my aging toward the goal. Past glories are beginning to fade from recall as those present are like stakes of gold holding me sincerely to the present. The past is not and the future is not; the glory is the twinkling of the present, this infinitesimally glorious sliver of now. Glory twinklings.
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