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“Like sand through an hourglass, so are the Days of Our Lives….” Thus opened a soap opera that reminds me of my childhood. My mother never watched them, calling them nonsense and pap. I took a short foray into them in High School when it was cool to watch All My Children.
This hourglass looks like a hybrid hourglass/sundial device. I’m not sure how it works, but it’s certainly intriguing.
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Days of Our Lives
“Mom! Where are you?” Ellen stomped around the house. Her mom knew she needed a ride to the mall.
“MOM!” Exasperated, she saw the keys on the hook. She’d be 16 soon. Why couldn’t she drive herself?
Her mother was always saying time was relative – whatever that meant. Why couldn’t she be like normal mothers?
Ellen battled the nerves in her belly. Nothing to driving, really. Easy as falling off a log.
Peeling out, her last view was her mom frantically waving her arms. Glass splintered and time shifted on impact as the final grain of sand slid through the hourglass.
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