Sometimes memories return like small caresses, or little feather touches from the past. We smile, remember, savor, and perhaps even wince a bit. Then the memories fade and are forgotten. But if the feather touches persist, there is a story that wants to take wing. The recollections accumulate and gather substance.
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Sometimes memories return like small caresses, or little feather touches from the past. We smile, remember, savor, and perhaps even wince a bit. Then the memories fade and are forgotten. But if the feather touches persist, there is a story that wants to take wing. The recollections accumulate and gather substance.
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