I have been unpacking, finding remnants of dreams, images of loved ones, divorced family, a memory affirming once, we were happy. As I
delve into my baggage, much I hauled from place to place, for interminable years, dragging treasures, diminished by time’s wear, the hand that
shapes us all, then reshapes us into the careworn, polishes us into a patina dulled with age, yet we manifest the brilliant spark of life, of love, we all shine on.
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