Tag: Prose
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the best memories
The best memories remain when the worst are forgotten. None is as great a peacemaker as time, that simmers sharp pangs to a dull ache of the heart and wipes all slates clean when the pain comes to pass. The best memories upholds the smile when the tears are gone. A gunshot with its reverberations inadvertently…
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had my heart aglow
Memories aren’t created to be tossed aside or fed to the wind. Most unfortunately whoever created Man didn’t engineer our brains to work as per a shredder does – feed it in, tear it apart, then proceed to expel the remnants. Letting go takes tremendous practice – a dab of ignorance, a handful of shrugs, closed…