The Space Between Then And Now
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A house that feels familiar, though you've never seen it before.
A voice calling you back, as if time never passed.
Inside, memories linger-
distorted faces, an empty crib, a letter in your mother's hand.
But in the space between then and now,
you realize the past can never truly be left behind...
until you choose to let go.
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