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Hamahanot haolim educator movement
At dusk, twilight
The last rays illuminate the wheel of time
Which does not slow down or stop.
And they stop.
The sun stops in its course, stared at once more
And we exchange glances, between us, between one man to another
And within us we hold the sadness of the moment, and a fleeting smile,
And together we transcend beyond time,
For a split second of eternity.
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