The artifacts of our existence have such meaning for us. I have a shelf full in my office. More tucked away, in drawers and files. Twenty years of scrapbook clippings. Only some of them negative!Mostly, these little reminders that we have been alive do not survive for even one more generation. When children clean out the homes of their deceased parents, most get discarded. They certainly lose their provenance.
But while we live...we don't forget the glories of the world we have been so privileged to inhabit. And create.
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