The memories that long endure gain worth in special ways, some are sharp and some obscure or lost in timeless haze.
The images of brothers lost, the sadness and the tears, are funds accrued to pay a cost that's decades in arrears.
So share your tales of distant youth, exotic Asian lands, when fate was held by older truths and hearts in younger hands.
Recall the storms, recall the rain, remember every brother. As you recall a faded name then I'll recall another.
~ Dean Neighbors ~ | 
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