When it's over, it's over, and we don't know any of us, what happens then.
So I try not to miss anything.
I think, in my whole life, I have never missed the full moon
of the slipper of its coming back.
Or, a kiss.
Well, yes, especially a kiss.
[Mary Oliver, 'When', from Swan: Poems and Prose Poems]
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