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Ten Years

Ten years.  The thought crossed my mind earlier today.  It has almost been ten years since I was last there.  When the thought occurred to me, I had to stop and double check my own math.  It does not seem like it has been that long.  After all, that place is still as clear in my mind as if it had only been ten days.  But, sure enough, it has been that long.

I remember the last time I was there.  On the day I left, there was the chance that I might not be back.  Circumstances were changing… making that a real possibility.  Still, I do not think I really seriously considered it.  As far as I was concerned, I would probably be back.  There was no need to mark that moment or take “one last look.”  I simply walked out the door and went on my way.

Maybe that is why I remember it as I do.  There is no sense of leaving or finality to my memories.  There is just … the place.

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