Ancient
Winds
Blowing
Storms
Back
Then
The same
Breeze
On my face
Again
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waywardspirit 
Because even the worst and most deeply hidden memories will never stop trying to force us back into their orbit and power. 😔
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yes
And happiness and blissful moments are made of the same stuff. : )
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A profound truth, and the good memories don’t need to force us, they entice us to happiness and to become better people. 🙂
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I agree. Being enticed is the best. Becoming better people seems to be the evolutionary point.
Like air It’s all the same stuff in different intensity and humidity.
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