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That's what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable - and all the time we're being carved, and shaped, and whittled away.

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Lauren Oliver
Age: 42
Born: 1982
Born: November 8
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Westchester County
New York
Stand
Stubbornly
Away
Carved
Around
Immutable
Doe
Flows
Believe
Shaped
Time
Believing
Like
Flow
Rocks
Whittled

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