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Remembrance is a gift.
A gift that we have of each other.
A thought is a ribbon
tied around each little memory,
with little knots holding close
the ones most precious.
As perhaps you are not each thought,
and perhaps I trust you are not
each memory.
Remember this,
if at nothing else,
that in the space,
between each thought,
in the background
where the body
pumps the heart,
and where the lungs
breathe air,
where the motions
of life go unnoticed,
where life is most precious
is where you are.
07/18/99