There are memories vague and fleeting
Or sharp and searing.
Moods leaving a sense of urgency or disquiet
Or a sense of well-being and belonging
Or sharp and searing.
Moods leaving a sense of urgency or disquiet
Or a sense of well-being and belonging
And always, objects inhabit the memories
There are some rooms, real, or imagined
Some moments, some aspects of light that haunt you
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