Return
To be back on the river
To be back in the concert hall
Among the trees
Among the lights
I have never needed to run
or to be in a library
this badly in my entire life
And with the time apart
The currents will seem softer
The information more valuable
The rehearsals more sacred
I will remember this
forever
taking nothing for granted ever again
and knowing
that nothing will ever
(or should ever)
be the same ever again.
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Will we remember and grow and change into something better? Ah, the promise of that– I hope I last to see it.