"Few Memories Stick"

"When the noise of the city settles and the fog finally lifts, we realize we cannot carry everything with us. Most of the struggle, the cold, and the confusion will wash away. Only a few memories stick—the sharpest shadows, the warmest glows, and the quietest realizations. We are, in the end, a collection of these singular, stubborn silhouettes."

 

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