•Threaded Memories•

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We are tied together by our stories, our history.

Tales woven through our ancestry, when our parents talk of their younger days.

When their life was ahead of them, the future was anything and everything, they speak of their old friends with ache in their soul.

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Of times when their hearts were filled with fire and ion, running through fields growing memories, planted by the world around them.

When they could sprint the wind in their hair, adventure ahead, hope in their heart.

They speak of the days behind with woe, for just their ideas of the future as a young mind, was more exciting than reality.

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As dreams failed and hope faded,

As their minds wear and their treasured stories that made them who they are fog over.

As threads begin to wear,

As tales they once yelled to the world with pride frays at the details.

Your whole world slipping away as the thread unwinds,

But they get the joy of ing down the tapestry to their pride and joy, to the life they made, every one of us.

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Every moment we live with ease of no appreciation for every experience and every laugh,

Are moments we take for granted.

Moments we will pine for when they run out.

Moments the elderly urge us with fire to be aware of the importance of.

Moments we’ll wish we listened to them about.

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There is a vast tapestry of memories behind you and infinite thread panning out in front of you, connecting to other tapestries, visiting at friends, at enemies, ing with soul-mates future, some cut away, some ripped from the tapestries, too soon before they could weave their own.

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