Tucked behind an old pair of sunglasses and a faded parking pass. Creased edges. Ink smeared. A record of a summer night that now feels like a whole other season. You didn’t mean to keep it—but you’re glad it stayed.
Buddhism
Memory doesn’t need to be displayed. Sometimes it just wants to be found again.
Daily Takeaway
Let old joys surprise you. The forgott…
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