sometimes i think of our dearly loved ones who have passed away, or those who will perhaps pass before us, or those who have simply parted ways with us, and it hurts to feel all that love come flooding back then get stripped away in the lighting flash span of recollection, but in those moments I also know, as true as anything, that this string of people remembered is my life in its purest and irreducible form.
Monday, March 08, 2010
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