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    Memories sail too swiftly, like wind chasing the earth. So I only remember the colour of warmth seeping through my fingers as I held your hand where we stood, sun-gazing and twirling colours into portraits of laughter.

    With you, I'll teach memories how to remember the shape of your laughter and the shade of your grief.

    I'll teach memories how to love you in every fleeting moment.

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    Teaching Memories how to Love