Jun 23, 2008 at 06:07 PM
Thinking about it, I would think anything is possible. Thinking about my childhood there are some moments when I was really young that I remember like the back of my hand, and some memories I do not remember at all, even if I look at a picture. So I do think it is possible.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you.
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