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Each stolen moment is like sand rushing through an open palm, unique in its touch and transient as the breath of an evening breeze. - Lila March Each stolen moment is like sand rushing through an open palm, unique in its touch and transient as the breath of an evening breeze. - Lila March Each stolen moment is like sand rushing through an open palm, unique in its touch and transient as the breath of an evening breeze. - Lila March