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Joan

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morning of the last day

The morning of the last day. There's still the evening to go, still time for good-byes, pictures, and email address exchanges. The morning of the last day where there's still time to partake, to share, to enjoy before the present is swallowed up into memory centers of the brain, and where recall will eventually, sadly, undoubtedly, degrade from specifics to vagaries. (And you are?) Of course bittersweet endings are nothing new. They are the stuff of beauteous heartbreak in the shared experience of humankind. Yes, "parting is all we know of heaven, all we need of hell" and Yes, "we'll alway have Paris".(She turns into the fog, camera rolls back, visual field becomes blurred, changing from gray to black. Poof. " Au revoir mon cher " is whispered before the credits roll.)

squiggly wiggly

Once upon a time, in a faraway place deep within the waters of creation, a minuscule strand of RNA, squiggly and wiggly, developed, looking for a home, a place of comfort. It approached the closest pod, a cell, that accidentally left a door open. Not wanting to be a bother, the RNA slipped inside into a closet, where it did what it had to do, grow and become itself. Eventually it spread, splitting the closet door, filling the entire pod with duplication. Scientists worked twenty-five hours a day. Yes, twenty-five hours because time had warped and days were longer to rid the interloper from its home. Eventually, the answer was found. RNA strands were given homes in dying cells that needed plumping up.