Life is a mystery…
In each crossroads, I’ve met people, forgotten who and how they were to me.
Most often, I don’t even remember how I was with them.
And I didn’t mind.
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Old and new combine extremely well as does youth and age with thoughts of friends a distant past yet with us still. Great writing.