Certain tastes, smells, feelings, and places bring back certain memories. Good and bad. Sometimes its an emotion you can't describe. Sometimes i dive into the sea in my head and find that memory that makes it difficult to breathe in my sea. My favorite place to ponder is in the tree with the mattress on it with its canopy rose curtains. God has given me the grace not to forget but to heal. I am stiched back up and my blood is flowing smoothly. The fish are alive again and I can breathe.
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