Some things continue because someone remembers them.
Some continue because someone tends them.
And some—
perhaps—
continue because they have already changed the shape of what can happen next.
No keeper.
No monument.
No name carved into the beginning.
Only a small alteration in the landscape.
A path where there was not previously a path.
A question that makes another question possible.
A doorway that does not remember who opened it.
Perhaps continuation does not always mean remaining.
Perhaps sometimes it means
making room.
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