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June 17, 2010
Someone else writing on 100 Words mentioned whether there was a place where everything we've ever lost disappears to (and whether we'd be able to finally visit it).

I'm more interested in the last time something occurs. The last time I will see someone. The last time I will use an object.

I recall an old motorcycle I had in my youth. I recall, quite fondly, the many rides I took on it in Southern California. I also remember having it sit for far too long in the garage, rusting with flat tires, before I gave it away on CraigsList.