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Feelings that surround memories are ethereal things. They sparkle and glow in the thoughtful night, becoming bigger and more powerful than the events that engendered their being, or gradually lose the potency that made them so attractive in the first place – a vaguely numb glow, passing with time and imprinted on the retina following that indelible summer. 578 more words

Peter Benjamin Graham

Inside Peace

With faith
In my Loubie Love
I take a breath
Waiting her laugh



Here resides a deceased moth, forever perpetuated inside this resin necklace. Something I will forever cherish.

I remember visiting my auntie’s house in Kent, and noticing this on her mantlepiece – along with her little collection of typically-her items. 120 more words