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Tom Hanks has his hand in pieces of my past... i relish in the visions of yesterday that turn up before my eyes as I continue to watch the CNN documentaries that he has been involved with... while the 60's & 70's as programs have been out now for a while... we have been watching them intermittently... and each time we begin again I find myself caught in pictures and window views of memory and reality... of realism and truth... of destiny and curse... what those who thought was forward to some it was regression... worth the risk was to great a risk indeed... of what was in the name of honor and trust was failed and forgotten... when so many were moving the hearts and minds of the masses... the status became all that many knew... the mark of the day is not lost in the past... we strive for much of the same today as what was once dreamed... can our vision be so myopic as to not see past the place they pictured life to be... to dream of equality for life... in pay... in status... in nature... in play... in dreams... in relations... in love... in pain... in life and in death... we have lost what once was a value of each other... of honesty... of honor... of respect... and of greatness... we will never be any more than we are if we do not cherish love... love is all we ever need to endure... open your inner being to the greatest gift of all... as it is for love that life was given... and love in the end that wins...

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