August 09, 2003 saturday - 11:46

they grieve, for a time, and then begin to move on. the sadness, brief and intense and consuming, does not last. the blog entries no longer mourn, they grumble at the days and worry over the little things again.

for a moment, they all were the dead. but they arise again, revived, and begin to live once more. and the living leave behind the dead. no longer united, they separate themselves, gingerly, afraid to forget, but unable to remember.

death shocked them, haunted them, taught them to take nothing for granted. but they forget, they move on. the present slips into the past.

time passes.

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