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Every day, many times a day, I stand at the doorway about to close the door.
In the room is my spouse, my child, friend, acquaintance, friend of a friend.
It is perfectly possible that this will be the last moment we will be in sight and in earshot of one another, because the life we breathe in and the life our heart beats out like a clock of blood is fragile beyond our understanding.
What words of love, what signs of friendship, what commentary of appreciation can I leave behind me as I close that door?
Every time you take your leave of your nearest, your dearest, remember!
Remember to bless the moment of parting with a token of your love
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