It comes,

It goes.

Everyone experiences it,

And no one can run from it.

It's what makes our lives beautiful,

What gives it meaning.

Without it,

What comes of us?

Where would we go?

Who would we see?

What takes us, if not it?

It's a mystery,

And yet it's the most known thing in the world.

We die,

And death doesn't stop coming or going.

It's lingering around, waiting,

For our time.

Because it comes,

And it goes.

Why, hello there. It's been a minute or two.

We are making this announcement via Prose, versus the newsletter, due to a pending change in software. Hang tight for now. In the interim, and cutting to the chase, you may recall that last month's premium challenge prompted you to write an alliteration. The longest alliteration's author wins $50. Drumroll. Here are the editor's picks:

a day in the life, by CatLady1:

https://theprose.com/post/427767/a-day-in-the-life

(MAG)PIE, by Mnezz:

https://theprose.com/post/424476/mag-pie

An Acrostically Alliterative Abomination., by EstherFlowers1:

https://theprose.com/post/426293/an-acrostically-alliterative-abomination

swan songs, by WhiteWolfe32:

https://theprose.com/post/424050/swan-songs

and

Samson, by rlove327:

https://theprose.com/post/424020/samson

And the winner is...

...wait for it...

The Thalassic Thaumaturge: The Task To Trap Them., by CompassCreates:

https://theprose.com/post/427877/the-thalassic-thaumaturge-the-task-to-trap-them

We are about to message you requesting PayPal info to send your earnings.

In the meantime, this month, enjoy a $500 prize times existentialism:

https://theprose.com/challenge/12275

Let's keep it a glorious week, everyone. Until next time,

Prose.