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Core Memory I wish I always knew while they were happening which moments would mean something later but spooning orange jello into my frail grandfather’s trembling mouth as he slid toward sundown glowed like a golden arrow: This is important. Save this for later. Roll this in your mind like a stone in your hand, and let it fill your belly. Remember how good it feels to love and to be loved to the end.
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