The Keeper of Memories

The world is full of small moments that will break open your heart if you let them.

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Ephemerality and Road Kill.

The rain was falling down in thin sheets, lightly brushing over the rounding of her skull where her hood was drawn. The bus was several streets over making its way hastily to the stop. I can’t be late, she strictly reminded herself. As she stepped across the street, her cheeks turned the sullen shade of…

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The Night I Met the Stars.

This night is significant because I come back to it. When I lay my head down, the memory feels incredibly distant and yet sharp in feeling. I am brought back to that lakeside and I am cradled by that starry sky. I often, fall asleep dreaming about it. It’s the moment I greeted by true consciousness in the company of earth, and trees, and childlike wonder. 

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