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Book of Memories
Memories unfold
as I flip through the pages
of the well-worn book.
Since the last time
I looked there have been
deaths
divorces
new babies
new houses
new marriages.
I see each one vividly
as I turn the pages.
Usually I need a photo album
to conjure the images.
Tonight,
all it takes is my
address book.
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