Memories are the Glue of Life
My little sister and I just never seemed to catch up to the rest of the family. When we had just entered our most impressionable years, we were plucked up from the beloved town of Wakenda and plopped down in another story altogether. So, we would sit around and listen to all the stories, jokes, and folklore about the old town like it was a shrine or something. Shortly after we left, the entire town was wiped out in a flood, so we couldn’t even go back and try to recover what we had missed. Take every opportunity to create lasting memories with your family and friends. You’ll never know when you might lose the chance.
good memories
bind us together
make all you can
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