"Echoes of the Boxer"

Things echo;
They happen and then,
like a shout in a valley,
they happen again, and again.
Echoes couldn't care less
about how long ago they happened,
how different you are,
how far you have moved on.
On some dark January morning,
you will hear it,
and it will be just the same.

Art Garfunkel in the back of my mind:
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