Each blossom still blooms in its field; each child still clutches your hand; each friend still lingers in your heart. 

And that, dear John, is where time goes. 

Forever young, 
  The Universe
John, these Notes from the Universe... 

Thoughts become things... choose the good ones! ®
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Wish your keys were as easy to find, huh, John?