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whose memories, if not mine? cast iron woodfire cooking & smoke coffee & enameled mug shuttersnap chatter laughter, longing to linger here this world without end not return again to the nightmare haunted dream knowing these kisses always fade with morning mists over a lake flickering sunlight filtered, locust drone late afternoon
Ohhh yeahhh
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I’ve memories like this too, fleeting glimpses at what was and never can be again.
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Exactly.
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