“Epitaph When I die Give what's left of me away To children And old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry, Cry for your brother Walking the street beside you. And when you need me, Put your arms Around anyone And give them What you need to give to me. I want to leave you something, Something better Than words Or sounds. Look for me In the people I've known Or loved, And if you cannot give me away, At least let me live on your eyes And not on your mind. You can love me most By letting Hands touch hands, By letting Bodies touch bodies, And by letting go Of children That need to be free. Love doesn't die, People do. So, when all that's left of me Is love, Give me away. - Merritt Malloy”

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Noticing this morning’s reblog from Humans of New York, our producer Phyllis Myers was reminded of this poem, which is a favorite of hers, and it’s so lovely I wanted to pass it along to the rest of you.

BBC & Humans of New York

Here is a really cool video piece on Humans of New York by BBC: “Humans of New York: From Photo Project to Web Sensation”

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“Don’t look to other people for validation. Your birth was your validation.”

—humansofnewyork

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“I don't travel because I want to leave my home. I travel because I need to know why I'm staying.”

—Humans of New York

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“People need to communicate more.” “How so?” “They hide too much. From themselves and from each other.” “Is there something you’re hiding that you wish you weren’t?” “Probably. And I’ll probably keep hiding it.”

—humansofnewyork

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BBC & Humans of New York

“Don’t look to other people for validation. Your birth was your validation.”

“I don't travel because I want to leave my home. I travel because I need to know why I'm staying.”

“People need to communicate more.” “How so?” “They hide too much. From themselves and from each other.” “Is there something you’re hiding that you wish you weren’t?” “Probably. And I’ll probably keep hiding it.”