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Once looked up some old friends, those not dead, and found the people I knew no longer existed and the person I was no longer existed.

When I stepped into the river’s waters I saw the images of the past waters and the past me moving towards the sea, never a being but always a becoming.

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What a lovely piece and great idea. Thanks for sharing!

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I moved to an area close to where I spent my formative years and it's weird. I've reconnected with several, a few it's like old home week. The rest reminisce about things I don't remember at all, and it makes me uncomfortable. I didn't particularly like where I grew up and didn't come back for 50 years.

(On a happy note: I reconnected with my husband in the area after 50 years, and we married (my first) four years ago, that's what I call a happy ending!)

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Hi Patti, So do I.

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Thanks so much for this, Janet. I do the same! In fact, I wrote a piece in my recent memoir, The Old Moon in Her Arms, titled "Herding." It's as though I need to find and gather up all those people whom I've come across, who've taught or influenced me, who've been traveling time with me -- and to honour them.

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I'm from Halifax. Lived here forever. I'm curious about who you met with. Odds are I will know them too! There are very few degrees of separation here. It's part of what we love, living here.

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I'm from Halifax, too, Donna :-)

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