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November 23, 2014

Ships Passing In The Night

I look into the fire and I think of all the people that have come into and passed out of my life. Names and faces or faces no longer with names, just vague recollections. Sometimes as I think of them, I wonder if they have ever thought about me or if I have just disappeared into the pages of time; pages that are never read or can be read anymore. Certain experiences that I recall that may mean nothing to the other person who was involved. Does she remember me? Does she ever think fondly of that time? Sometimes, ships just pass in the night.