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Remembrance
Friendships fade.
Hands part.
Rowboats separate,
Sailing independent
of each other.
The ocean of life
becoming wider,
more inhospitable.
I have lost so
many
friends,
losing touch as we
chose separate paths,
separate journeys.
Yet, the memories...
I will always have
the Jewel-like
memories.
Every last one,
opalescent within
my hands.
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I'm going to run out of ways to thank you :)
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