Who we are won’t end. Waste if it did.
What goes with us? …through the exit door of life.
There are a few things I’d recommend experiencing. No particular order. One:
Owning, wearing, and becoming what inhabits a really fine, heavy leather bike jacket. Then…
Giving it away to someone who wouldn’t expect it, couldn’t afford it, gave up on the dream of owning a jacket like that

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Part of the transaction is telling stories about that leather.
The coat can’t go, but memories exit with us.
Who we are won’t end. Waste if it did.
