Strange that just a moment before I arrived here, I was thinking that memories weren’t mine…
Jim Reeves

Memories age stronger than cheese and sweeter than wine. They are always ours even when displaced and muddled and rattled with the ravages of dementia or the mere accumulation of years. Memories are woven and sewn in the hidden crevices of our brain. Always there — sometimes unexpected visitors and sometimes untouchable strangers, but always there to be coaxed, petted, revered, shared, and honored.

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