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memory embraced...

Cami Kaos

09 Apr 2011 — 1 min read

Sometimes there's a moment in your memory that stops everything.

A recalled scent makes you hungry.

A comforting sound makes you wistful.

A chill reminds you of a misty morning.

A sentence turns over in your mind.

A remembered shadow on the wall makes you tremble.

As much as I'd like to live in the now, there are always moments to cling to. Fiercely. Ones that remind us what not to do, and those we long to duplicate. That let us breathe. That remind us that the here and now is worth living. And so is the future.

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