Paint a memory with my mind, with words you don't find because they are treasures buried deep within my soul that have, and can, and shall make me whole once again in the coming days in which I won't forget the beauty upon which I gaze and cling to not out of desperation, or foolishness, or hopelessness, but out of a single desire to live and love the life that is all around me.
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