that which endures
In a hundred years, what will they remember?
Perhaps her name will linger in the Marine records, with the bounty tagged onto it, an unwelcome vital (or lethal) statistic. There may be a photo attached; herself as a child, sullen, afraid.
Perhaps not.
There was a time when she would have said that it didn't matter; that the only things which lasted were the relics of history, the dry facts, the ancient stones.
But it seems to her now that friendship also endures; that kindness is passed down and onwards, from person to person in a chain across the years.
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