You are a memory. Like a wildflower in the pages of an old book, like a monarch hanging in a shadowbox above the fireplace, like a Polaroid in an album under the bed, like paisley wallpaper yellowed with smoke, like sand between our toes where a mountain once stood, like an old star in the…

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