"I mean... I don't know if you've experienced this but... once you've left a place very special to you a couple of times, it's hard to feel the same way afterwards. It seems a little implausible to expect that every departure will be equally memorable or momentous; every farewell more poignant than the last. It seems more likely that every time you have to gather yourself together into a box and unfasten the little hooks and anchors that tie us to each other, the better you get at leaving less of yourself behind. You know how it goes by now. What to expect. You dread it less -- and also mourn it less. When the time comes, you separate yourself from your surroundings; efficiently, neatly, quietly and without fuss. You do this over and over and over again - till at last, when it is time to leave this world, you, like a visitor at a museum, rising from her bench, take one last look and exit through the gift shop without a word."
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