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It’s so hard to let go of our dreams, our past, our hopes for what was, what could have been and what might be. As I let go of the previous incarnation(s) of myself, I watch my mother letting go of her memories. Initially, simple short term thoughts began to slip away like figments. These
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Everyone has one. No, not the one who got away. The one we wish we never met. The one we love to hate and hate to love. Until the spell breaks. And it all turns to dust. Amen.
Lost Art of Mystery 