The scent of memory

[catpawn]

Our senses send messages to our mind, imprints are left behind in some cubby to be mostly forgotten. Sights, sounds, touch, scents, all these things mingle and dance create little portraits of infinite richness. Left alone they may decay leaving nothing but a fragment or some feeling that there once was something that should be remembered but is

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[theantichrist]

Then the wind moved on and whispered to someone else... playfully tugging at memories not quite forgotten.

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