From our mind we lose a lot,
So much, is remembered not...

Unless it's put to pen
Or other record's made,
Much of what has been,
From mind doth fly or fade...

We need to write with ink,
To save for a future day;
In order, the past to link,
Our minds in mortal clay...          ―John Riedell
                                                                                                           

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