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A post a day of the old aqua archives...because I can't bear to see them buried. Those who know...already know.

Monday, October 22, 2007

There are some things I own that I just can not throw away…no matter how tattered and torn. Memories and lives reside in the remnants, and to toss them away is akin to murder. If they are gone, then they are gone, and while my brain will eventually fade…the rough silken pieces can remain in my hands, recharging my memory with a single touch. I must keep them with me always.
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