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Walking down a path I know very well, but have not seen in an eternity.
Memories of this room are stretched longer than what I stand looking at.
Her scent still lingers in my nostrils from a time unattainable.
As I clean out the closet I am overtaken by a feeling I had not appreciated the lessons that made me the person I am today.
Childhood was a mere test of her character that deserved recognition.
I'd give anything to taste the milk of my youth if only to experience her smile one more time.