Memories
A moment in the sands of time is a single grain of eternity. And where do those moments go as they fall through the hourglass? They gather in the jewel settings, they are compressed by reflection, they are changed by perspective. The heat of passion fires them. They become memories, precious jewels in our cache of life. They are windows to the past. They comfort us in the present. They build the foundation for the future.
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LizyBeth775
I was born and raised in Texas, and spent my junior year of high school in Arizona. This fall I will be attending Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah. I have won prizes for both writing and art in the past several years. In the future I hope to...
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