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What Next?

J. Scott Smith

And sometimes you find a fragment of your long ago life, some souvenir safely sequestered in sempiternal storage, a marker interred in an unmarked box harboring a mélange of miscellany, a mishmash of mingle-mangle, and it is somehow a stark reminder of what you once were, plunder of a past passed, a telltale trinket of what you thought, what you dreamed, what you loved, how you laughed, lost, learned, things let live and let die, a token to a train of thought and temporal transformation to transport you back to a time not fully forgotten, only raggedly remembered, and you can't help but wonder:

What next?

May 2011