Some shine hot and bright,
leave a mess of dust, comets- oh-but sparks, and sparks..... Over a decade ago, I taught in a high school and met some brilliant students, who taught me, too. Teaching is often reciprocal, or should be, to get anything out of it, or to give. One of my students passed away unexpectedly, and she was opinionated, and would tell you straight out how she felt. I am sure many found it unladylike, but I loved it. I wish I were as brave as her, my younger self. She took nothing, and you knew when she arrived..and now she has "left the store" as my daughter said a long time ago when she was trying to understand when people died. So many sparks...to collect them would light a city.
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