Memories can age like fine wine or they can become bitter. We are just bags of memories walking around, telling our stories. Some memories are straightforward, but like dreams they can be layered into meaning.
I remember days like this where the clouds clumped in the sky and the rain fell halfway down the sky. The drople…
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