Memories
My memories... They glisten like dew on brilliant blades of grass bathed in the morning sun...Each of them twinkling from that place where memories dwell...
Some are faded from the weather and the heavy, suppressive time...
Some hide in the shadows, cowering into the forgotten,
while others taunt me, refusing to succumb to age or dementia...
All these memories...
My own little pieces of immortality...
My own little curses...
My own little gifts...
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