Memory

Memory is a funny thing. What was a moment of reflection becomes a reflection of a reflection.

Seasons pass and come again blurring into one.

A season that never came.

A season that never left.

Places you’ve been seem close yet far and never how they are.

Yes, memory is a quite peculiar thing.

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