There will come a day when the things you see will become the things you've seen. You'll think or say 'Remember when....' and your voice might crack or you might chuckle aloud. You'll tap something inside yourself that's eagerly waiting to crack open. The love that pours out will take you places. It will wrap itself around you. It will remind you of having been there...amongst the swirl of it all...and whatever story you told yourself will come alive again...reborn.
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