She placed the white canvas on the easel on the boulder overlooking the dilapidated house, which she once called a dwelling, trying to recreate the memories she lost in oblivion in living a feigned life
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If only we could undo the life that was and recreate it in a way that seems right!
I am loving the one sentence, a lot of meaning thing!
True that. Thanks for reading
Thanks so much for your beautiful words
This is powerful! There were times I wish I could undo life, but I’m contend now.
Thanks so much for reading so beautifully
This is brilliantly written! Power packed!❤️
Thanks so much my friend. Means a lot ❤️
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Thanks so much, Chuck
It’s always a pleasure to read your work despite the limited time on this end. 😄
This is deep and beautifully expressed 👌
Thanks so much, Yasmin. Always appreciate your presence here
My pleasure 😊🌼
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Always happy to share your posts with followers, Shantanu!!
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Our memories are our way to recreate our lives.
I agree. Thanks for the read