Oakleaf Mold

Oakleaf Mold

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I was born. I live and will, I hope, continue to do so. For a while. Then I'll die. I'm be missed, and mourned. For a while. Then, in time, I'll be forgotten--a memory dredged up now and again, in wry moments or on special occasions, then laid aside again.

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