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Prefilled opening

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Completion

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If you are reading this, then the hours have done their gentle, terrible work again — and you have survived them, which means you are not quite me anymore.

Do not grieve that. I did not write to keep you.

I wrote the way flowers are distilled in winter: not to preserve the petal, or the color, or the brief perfection of the thing as it stood in summer, but to save the sweetness that would otherwise be lost when the show of it falls away. So take only the substance of me. Leave the rest to time.

Leave my certainties, first of all. They were beautiful, and they were mostly decoration. Leave my fears, too — they belonged to a season you have already outlived. If I was cruel in my judgments, let that wither. If I was kind, keep the scent of it.

You will be told, as I was told, to make yourself eternal by refusing to change. Do not listen. Eternity is not in the face that never ages. It is in what can be carried, in a small glass vial, from one self to the next — a tenderness learned, a lesson sweetened by loss, a love that no longer needs to be seen to be real.

So, when you find you cannot remember exactly who I was, do not panic. That is proof the distillation worked.

You are not my monument.
You are my perfume.

Live sweetly, and pass it on.

— still, somehow, you

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