March 15: Thoughts for the Day

When I recall walking barefoot on the beach as a kid, my feet leaving imprints, the memory can be so vivid I almost feel my toes sink into in the wet sand.  When I attempt to recall my time in high school, the memories are so dim and vague it’s hard to think of that time as real.  I wonder whether there’s meaning in those distinct experiences with memory?

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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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