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Sometimes the beauty of a moment falls from the back of my memory  so unexpectedly that it steals my breath and awakens my soul, transporting me back to that day. The sounds of the city, the smell of the ocean and the feeling of your lips on mine. I reach up to touch the lingering pressure of the memory as it fades as quickly as it came and I am left to wonder…do I slip into your thoughts the way you always seem to move into mine.

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