in this old , worn book , no more will life have in store , Birthdays for me .
All I can say is : With all the places I ’ ve been , Home beats all . For as long as I can remember , pair after pair of hands have touched the match to the wick . It has been my job , but now I must pass it on .
And so I gather Every little memory , souvenir , gift I ’ ve pocketed on this journey – I wear them on my heart , keep them as close as possible . While it may be no bigger than a fist , There is space for all that I love .
Stella Ku
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