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Last published Sun, Jan 18, 2015
"He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past." - Gabriel García Márquez
Memories. The true beauty of humanity, shining amongst it's full demeanour. Yet, what one remembers may not necessarily be true. Too much is forgotten, too much is lost. Humanity. The candle that burns too brightly and fades too quickly. How does one record the careless life of a human? Death's candle flickers amongst cruel shadows where humanity can choose nothing but memories, relishing in their bittersweet caress. The problem, however, which?
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