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Mnemosyne - the Goddess of Memory watches Time flow by . . .

“The Butterfly counts not months but moments, and has Time enough.”
Rabindranath Tagore

Seconds. Moments. Hours become weeks become years.

And a lifetime is drowned away in the endless wash of Time.
A droplet amongst a myriad droplets
Flowing endlessly in an Eternal rush
Towards the unknown and unknowable -
Whose incessant thunder is drowned out
By the sound of her wings
As Mnemosyne flutters from memory to memory.

When she turns her flight toward you . . .
Where will you be?
What will you be doing?

When You Hear the Sound of her Wings?

As Mnemosyne flutters from memory to memory
You might hear her whisper:
"You have been here before. Remember?"
Will YOU remember having been here before?

Mnemosyne - daydreaming at the The Temple of Bastet