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The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures but our own.
For when all else is done, only words remain. Words endure.
We are who we are, because of those we choose to love and because of those who love us.