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Mary Oliver

"I would like people to remember of me, howinexhaustible was her mindfulness."

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"I would like people to remember of me, howinexhaustible was her mindfulness."

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"That was seven years ago. The doctors told her father the memory would fade, like the big messy scar on her arm, but neither ever did."

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"The sunlight now lay over the valley perfectly still. I went over to the graveyard beside the church and found them under the old cedars... I am finding it a little hard to say that I felt them resting there, but I did. I felt their completeness as whatever they had been in the world.I knew I had come there out of kindness, theirs and mine. The grief that came to me then was nothing like the grief I had felt for myself alone... This grief had something in it of generosity, some nearness to joy. In a strange way it added to me what I had lost. I saw that, for me, this country would always be populated with presences and absences, presences of absences, the living and the dead. The world as it is would always be a reminder of the world that was, and of the world that is to come."

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"I often think of you all, one cannot do what one wants in life. The more you feel attached to a spot, the more ruthlessly you are compelled to leave it, but the memories remain, and one remembers - as in a looking glass, darkly - one's absent friends."

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"He flipped it open, gently tugged out the oft-touched photo and looked into a pair of familiar golden eyes. 'She's happy, Andie,' he whispered to his wife. Andromeda Quinn did what she always did. She smiled back at him, her beautiful eyes lit with that bright, golden light Harold Quinn loved so fucking much."

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"Your memory straddles my mind."

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"Webley Edwards was on the radio, they remember that, and what he said that morning again and again was 'This is an air raid, take cover, this is the real McCoy. That is not a remarkable thing to say, but it is a remarkable thing to have in one's memory."

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"I often wonder why I am the one who remember all the pain?"

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"Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance."

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"I remember you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know."

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