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Memories

Memories. Seeing the sun the first time. The warmth if it, the light, the brightness of it. The stars. The sparkling stars in the sky. Some you can see and some you cannot. Kind of like friends. Good friends are like stars. You don't always see them, but you know they're there. Memories, you can remember your first smile. Your first laugh. The first time feeling the wind. The first time seeing the world, your life, your place home.

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