People come and go,
metaphorically,
or actually.
Parts of life splintered.
falling away,
and are gone forever.
Wounds heal in time,
even scars fade,
but the memories remain.
Stoic Poetry
Here And Gone
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 
They often become what we make them. 🙂
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