Old sounds of memories ring through the mind. Wonder what pulls them to the surface. Wonder why they linger. Trading time for reminiscing. Pulled to the present with a bang, just to float back at the first moment of peace. Warm hearts relax the soul and all urgency subsides. Good things past lead to smiles present. Patience grows from nothing, from the distant feeling the tickles the heart. Intangibles can be a wonderful thing.
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