Some memories fold themselves into silence,
others take flight in small, fragile ways.
This one is for my nan.
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Some memories fold themselves into silence,
others take flight in small, fragile ways.
This one is for my nan.
Some memories fold themselves into silence,
others take flight in small, fragile ways.
This one is for my nan.
days of stone 
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This is exquisite, Ryan. Tears…
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