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I have walked this path

many times before

 and yet it seems 

so very short ago 

I was 

running to keep up with 

Blurred is the line of time,

Somewhere between reality and imagination,

That subtle figment of disbelief, 

Coldly passing, 

Again and again, 

The first snow I saw this year was in a cemetery.

An old, abandoned cemetery.  

The small, barely perceptible flakes fell, 

Bitter as any of the old graves,