In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no long — Hubert Martin
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In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no longer worried about what would happen when the sand ran out. I began to see the spark each grain held as it fell.

— Hubert Martin
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