Today is the last day, so is tomorrow.
The day after will be too.
And the next one.
The last day means something.
As a teacher, I repeat this year on year.
We have so many 'last days'
They mean something.
They are a rite of passage and real and unreal.
There are days that have more significance than others. Memories that last and fade and linger and disappear and are false and true.
Here and now.
Gone and forgotten.
Forever and never
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