Does it cross my mind, while taking leave of someone, that this might be the very last time that I will see that particular toothy smile, that tilt of head while waving, and that blurred image as the image faded beyond my vision?
I admit...it rarely does....If it did, more frequently, wouldn't I take more care in trying to give a little bit more of the rain-drenched me? woudn't I remember the arches of the brow, the feel of the wet palm...the smell... the aura...the moment...more carefully ?
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