Rust: Memories

He ached, deep in his heart, every time a memory of her came back. maybe that was all the answer he really needed. he was done here. he was done with these memories.

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Star Memory

"the star memory is always beautiful," the reptile said to himself, "i wonder what you'd think of this world now, my love."

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Making Memories

I almost felt a little cheated--here we were deciding we'd already had our first time and all i was getting was this memory. and then i remembered that by now all we'd have left of that time was memories _anyway._ still... > `1:39 <` huff.

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Memory Holes

I still have some hazy memories, but it's like they're all getting swallowed up in a fog or something. i tried going back in my journal to see if i could refresh my memory, but it's too vague to help much.

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Treasured memories.

A past i look back at with clarity, memories with a warm glow. the ones it involves though, their memories are washed by the flow. like a faded photograph to them it is unclear. it is enough to make me tear.

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A Christmas Memory

_"Who's got a beard that's long and white?" "Santa's got a beard that's long and white!" "Who comes around on a special night?" "Santa comes around on a special night!" "Special night! Beard that's white! Must be Santa! Must be Santa, Santa...

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Memories of Green

#4 of burgundy dawn burgundy dawn, chapter 4: memories of green. jannick waited behind the wheel of their shuttle. it hovered at the open window of the hotel room, the passenger door propped open and ready for roland's return.

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A Sad Memorial

"a sad memorial to my niece, but she did not know the truth of the world;" he says sadly. i pat his foreleg, "well; not much we can do about it friend. she chose her path, as you chose yours.

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Unbidden Memories

Yet memories of traipsing the wilds together pushed at the edges of his consciousness. harsh trials delving into ancient ruins, cold nights made warm again. it had been years and the memories, even unbidden, were the fondest zeks had.

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Memories (NMA)

memory was a funny thing

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Memories (NMA)

memory was a funny thing

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