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Memories Preserved in Jars.
Glass beads reflect the light all over again,
as do the stray butterflies in the air.
#TimeForGFriend ๋࣭ ࣪ ༊
For the sake of feeling and remembering the benignity of long-cherished memories, they recalled the space they had long preserved. The key that held all their longing—although their souls were no longer in tandem, as each soul had taken its distinctive path.
𓆩 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⟡ ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𓆪
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Memories Preserved in Jars.
Glass beads reflect the light all over again,
as do the stray butterflies in the air.
#TimeForGFriend ๋࣭ ࣪ ༊
For the sake of feeling and remembering the benignity of long-cherished memories, they recalled the space they had long preserved. The key that held all their longing—although their souls were no longer in tandem, as each soul had taken its distinctive path.
𓆩 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⟡ ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𓆪
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