Forgotten Memories

There is a time loneliness sets in, not from the people around me but from the ones inside me. Those are the moments I seek the pleasure of writing, and some of the pieces find their way into this collection.

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Posted by Eris at 10:26 PM comments (2)

Her ice cream and his camera went into a downward spiral, crashing on the ground as their shoulders connected painfully. Her hands went up to her mouth in surprise while he ignored the offending lady and tended to his expensive camera. The soft cloth of her long skirt brushed by his hand when she retreated.



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