Memories Stored
Memories Stored Here I sit and think, quietly counting the numbers, of the tidy compartments, with their little closed doors. All the same size, simple...
Memories Stored Here I sit and think, quietly counting the numbers, of the tidy compartments, with their little closed doors. All the same size, simple...
Sometime riches we have are but memories of time since past. Sometimes memories of times since past are like gold dust blown in the wind....
Stairway Access Times are many, that the cool air drifts, and the stars alight in the sky. Pause and listen to the quiet of the...
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