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The past is ours to keep. We can frame pieces of it up on the wall. Keep some in our wallets so that they are handy enough to bring out at any given moment. We can bury some in the backyard. Take some with us to Europe and hide them somewhere clever. Mount some on our pillows, sprinkle some into the ocean, flush some down the toilet, whatever our imagination prompts us to do. The memories give us strength, they help us trust each others eyes, scare us into never making mistakes. They are as light as the whispers and laughs we share during church meetings. They are as solid as the truth in your eyes as they gaze into mine. The memories are ours and ours alone and we may do with them as we wish. The depth of our love is impossible to find, the stories we tell are better than movies, what is in our hearts belongs in a fairy tale.
Take me with you.

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