" looking back, moving forward "

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memories, especially the beloved ones, have a way of echoing throughout a place or location upon standing in front of them. they ring and resound, and fill up your body with a warmth unmatched by rays from the sun.

we cherish these moments, tiny lovely treasures to remark and reminisce in hard times. harsher times. when the will is weak, the constitution not as robust. when you require more sustenance for the soul than good will and prayers alone.

the comfort and bread we seek in these memories, is one filled with such nourishment, sadness slinks away. all manner of ache is kneaded out from the joints and tendons, and a trickling glow of nostalgia and joy seeps through to the bones and and down into the marrow.

tonight's homework:

remind someone of happy times, sparing no detail.

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