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Memory

For some, memory holds the splinters and broken glass of a time gone bye. An unpleasant journey from then to now, for others, memory is the magic of green fields and fireplace nights. Each passing reflection causing the heart to warm, a smile to be seen.


For both memories are but selections of the past that create warnings and love letters, each serving as teachers for today.



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