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We're a cascade of moments,

that soar and vanish with the breeze...

 

Forever etched in each story,

in the soul and the memory seas...

 

So, picture me a time machine,

whisking away to feelings to reprise...

 

It's not me, it's you, recall,

who let time pause in your space and hall...

 

Just a time machine, you see,

with two wizard kids, a dream-weaving spouse to be...

 

In my suitcase, a talent untold,

they're my ship, my wind, my sea, my harbor to hold...

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Nathalia Ochoa