Description
All experience is memory, the charge of feeling is a testament to time, everything changes, laughter becomes laugh lines, and in the faces of people now gone I'm always reminded that our faces are canvases too, and that canvas holds memory too - the heart remembers - on a far off coastline where I met you for the first time, in a future time, (not now), our souls, like timeless wanderers entwined by the threads of time, prove that with just a little connection, there's a place where every end is just the beginning of another beautiful story.
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