TheVioletSunflower

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We are surrounded by wisps of memory. It lives in abandoned toys, in boarded-up buildings, and in out-of print magazines. Each seemingly unimportant item left behind by the passing of time is a small piece of life. Each item meant something to somebody once. Each was dearly loved. Each tells a long-forgotten story. Often, we ignore these things and go on our way, but sometimes, something as seemingly unimportant as a photograph will cause us to suddenly stop and re-evaluate everything. These things we pick up. We hold them. We put them somewhere safe and make them ours. For some unknown reason, they have touched us, and their stories become e