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Keep A Green Tree In Your Heart And Perhaps The Singing Bird Will Come.

Then I Went Home To Continue My Life, Which Had Changed A Little, As Lives Do Every Day, Inching By Microspecks Forward Toward Whatever Surprises Are Coming Next.

There Will Always Be A Place For Bunnies To Talk In Rhyme, But That's Not What I Do.

If You Were To Be Lost In The River, Jonas, Your Memories Would Not Be Lost With You. Memories Are Forever.

So Actually, There Could Be Parents-of-the-parents-of-the-parents-of-the Parents?