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!
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True that. Thanks for reading
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I am loving the one sentence, a lot of meaning thing!
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Thanks so much for your beautiful words
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This is powerful! There were times I wish I could undo life, but I’m contend now.
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Thanks so much for reading so beautifully
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It’s always a pleasure to read your work despite the limited time on this end. 😄
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This is brilliantly written! Power packed!❤️
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Thanks so much my friend. Means a lot ❤️
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks so much, Chuck
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Always happy to share your posts with followers, Shantanu!!
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😊🌸
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This is deep and beautifully expressed 👌
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Thanks so much, Yasmin. Always appreciate your presence here
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My pleasure 😊🌼
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😊🌸
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Our memories are our way to recreate our lives.
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I agree. Thanks for the read
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