It is the sudden sad song felt on the wind, slow in passing but oh so memorable
It is the slow twist of a lady's hands intertwining with her handkerchief in mourning
It is the sonorous ring of old church bells in autumn, their steady beat the heart of the earth
It is the emotion felt in the back of one's throat as a parting of ways is accepted for always
And perhaps
It is also the glint in a child's eye when they realize good things can come to an end
And so my hand slips from yours in the final farewell
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