Time Waits for No One

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  1. Driving the Trance CanadaAugust 6, 2022 at 4:11 AM


    Reliving the past is often a waste of our precious time. Except when you have amnesia and can't remember what happened.

    Sometimes it's necessary to go back and try to figure out events from long ago that have been erased.

    Children should not be loaded onto planes and sent to foreign countries and expected to conduct business on behalf of third parties. Let's start there.

    Time waits for no one








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