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sometimes it’s so vast

the collections of people,
of memories and
experiences we gather
to us like piles of poker
chips after winning
the pot, rich with
the potential of what
it all will add up to,
where it will take us,
only to find out that
eventually every
last face and fact
fades, ultimately,
to the degree where
even a spoon can
become a thing
of wonder, like a
baby with the gleam
in its eyes because
each day is new,
each breath is new,
each moment,
new.

 

 – Tuesday L.A. with hannah | April 15, 2003

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