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Ripples of Memories
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Oldies :)
Ripples on the face of the river.
Sailboats passing by in the same fashion any bird would.
Smoothly.
Yet wild enough to set miniature waves in motion, starting and fading like memories of mine.
Being pushed to the back of my mind.
However, someone wakes my deepest memories, like the wind continues the ripples on the water, which eventually meets its halting fate at the shore.
Dry land for birds to rest, though, once strength is regained and it starts its paused journey, more memories are created only to be lost once more…
