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Savor the slow

The modern age has a ruthless pace.
It screams across the day in a frantic,
incomprehensible weave.
I moves with an urban bustle,
like commerce,
like frantic ants in defense of the hill.
The pace of life should be punctuated.
Sometimes this,
sometimes that.
Savor the slow.
Its moments grow fewer each day.