There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
The wall-to-wall crowd of the memorial from which I have just returned testifies to the love poured out and returned by the guest of honor, but I would still rather have been in the worldline where they were present to be celebrated in more than memory.

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I am, too. It was the kind of day where I wouldn't have left the house if I hadn't had the memorial to attend, but it was possible for me to be there and so it was important to. And then I came home and a person in a sleek dress holding a paper cone of flowers leapt out of a car and dashed around the corner to what was evidently a party or a date. Everything is always going on.
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