Sarah

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All my memories of Sarah are distinct and separate,
Each of a different child.
Life in a puzzle.
I barely remember myself;
And she cannot remember either of us.
Yet it was always her and always me.
And only fourteen years altogether.

All my memories of Sarah are distinct and separate.
Can’t piece it all together.
Puzzle of a life.
I cannot comprehend the scattered memories.
They span three continents — worlds apart.
We will travel again through those memories, Sarah and I.
I shall tell her all that I remember and she will remember.

She will puzzle over the puzzle and make it whole.
A whole person, distinct and separate.

Hanna Trigere, Kfar Giladi, June 30 1986

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