Memories are like silk cushions, cuddly, warm and soft.
But they can also be sharp edged rocks that are cold, ugly and rough.
Memories are like spring blossoms, fragranant and beautiful.
But like pointed thorns they can be pricky and hurtful.
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Ah memories....are not just memories...we must remember that... Thanks for a good write on memories, Runita. Cheers. Subroto
they have a way of taking up residence in deepest recesses of mind