Oh sweet memories, these visions, these echoes of long past. They flicker before your eyes like rain, where each crystalline drop holds a certain image, a feeling, a sound, a smell, or everything all at once. Some come and go quick as a flash of lightning, while others linger in your view for what feels like eternity.
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