“oh life to live, life already lived,
time that comes back in a swell of sea,
time that recedes without turning its head,
the past is not past, it is still passing by,
flowing silently into the next vanishing moment”
― Octavio Paz, Piedra del sol
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Seventeen years since those three short months, and yet those short measures of time do it no justice. Everything that came after is in your shadow. First, haunted; now, renewed in timeless joie de vivre. You are mine, and I am yours.
Happy 17th, bro.
A Patient Cycle 
I remember Peter and that time so well. So very glad he remains in your heart and that you’ve found joy.
Beautiful, Karl.
Karl, this is so touching. I didn’t know.