we use nostalgia to pretend it was better in our memories
a simple gesture from long ago has become a fond ritual
we cannot trust in everything that we see upon reflection
the memories fade but we still hold on to them and create new ones
a moment becomes a memory because we saw it as special
memories we keep are less reliable than memories we share
it is difficult to reflect back on a year of constant turmoil
we find memories hiding out in the open and unexpected
when we remember something, we will often filter it through fake memories
sometimes the shadows are the only memories that we can recall
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