Memories fall like snowflakes upon my dreams. The snowflakes toss and tumble, each different and yet the same.
Lisa Schroeder
I like the memories because they remind meI haven't always beenthis girl, constantly mad or scaredor confused.
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I know. You can be fine, and then, out of nowhere,a memory blindsides you.
When he opens the door, I step in and an army of memories comes at me from all sides.
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