I climb aboard my tricycle and pedal my heart to the stars.
Harley King
Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.
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Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.
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