And the temperature drops significantly and the morning breezes in with a cool and gray melancholy. And I think of how in the end there will be his wallet or her purse. And in those two will be the contents of a life. For the wallet, a picture ID of a face that filled with breath and blood, membership cards of a live's interest, credit cards for a live's costs and a receipt from the coffeeshop tucked neatly next to a five dollar bill. In the purse there is more than the restricted space of carrying a mere wallet will allow. Perhaps a pen, a notepad, tissues, a hair tie, some business cards, a phone, loose change and her wallet find their ways into corners and places inside. There will be someone who will see these things once so private to him or her. Someone will go through them, keeping this and that, cutting the credit cards, pausing to look at the picture ID with a tear of grief. Yes, someone will do this for him and her. And, one day, someone will also do this for you and for me. Who will that someone be?
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