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My
memories
don't
feel
as
though
they've
been
pulled
up
by
the
root.
Even
if
they
fade,
something
remains.
Like
tiny
seeds
that
might
germinate
again
if
the
rain
falls.
And
even
if
a
memory
disappears
completely,
the
heart
retains
something.
A
slight
tremor
or
pain,
some
bit
of
joy,
a
tear.
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