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We accumulate sins and guilt, just by moving through our days, making choices, doing, not doing.
Perhaps in the darkest times all we can do is refuse to be part of the darkness.
My belief, of late, is that the young must be forgiven a great deal as they try to make their way into and through the world.
She did not live her life to be a memory for me, or anyone, but she is. Some people mark you as they go by.
Shelter can be hard to find. A place can become our home for reasons we do not understand. We build the memories that turn into what we are, then what we were, as we look back. We live in the light that comes to us.
saw Remigio on a windy morning, the sea beyond, grey and agitated. It sometimes seems to have always been windy in my recollection of those days. I know this is not true, but truth and memory do not easily dance together, as we say in Seressa.
We are always the person we were, and we grow into someone very different, if we live long enough. Both things are true.
