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life’s story

Nostalgic scents stirred as I inhaled your words
Memory’s touch grazed over every sentence,
felt the warm presence of yesterday’s sunlight
as echoes of old footfalls sighed from every chapter

I feared your life was a book in which I would be lost
but as I read your pages they only lead me home

Photo Credit: Tom 7/flickr
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