Recently I've been spending a lot of time with a loved one who has been reminding me of things I've long forgotten.
It's strange, those memories are just fragments. Like bits and pieces of paper torn from some old book, with little remaining of the story they once told.
It's hard to know if any of those things really happened, or are worth even thinking about. The past and future don't really exist, so why waste any time on them?
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