Time is the moving image of eternity. — Plato
Time is the moving image of eternity. — Plato
Time is the moving image of eternity. — Plato
Time is the moving image of eternity. — Plato
Time is the moving image of eternity. — Plato
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Time is the moving image of eternity.

— Plato
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