She said, I'm done with all these ornamental figures hanging on a sturdy, dusty wall. They all must be gone now and passed along to disatant memory. Please wrap this up carefully. Saddled on shoulders with some regrets for quickly getting this stored away and scrambling for a thing to say. I don't want to make this any worse than it is. Moving on is sometimes better than hanging on to leaving. Lock up the doors but save the keys because some regrets lead further away from cutting through. These walls will not crumble but light can be renewed in the face of our frustration it's now a consolation. It's only memories. She said, I only want someone to take this burden of memory from me. You all need something from home.