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In My Memory Afterward, you sleep, but in my memory... Still... your hands are moving... gathering my wrists together above my head, behind my back... threading your fingers through my hair, now pleating, now pulling, now searching my skin for need... I move against you, my whole body asking for more... asking for yours... asking to be filled... to be emptied... to be at peace. - Peregrine  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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The memories live on and bring out smiles......
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Sweet dreams are made of these.
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the experience may be over but the memory will never fade away
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Some memories will remain to linger deep inside as long as there is us to breathe.
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some memories have become part of us.... powerful, moving poem
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Remembrance is a verb. An action we must take for as long as it takes. We aren't haunted by the memories . . but by the things we didn't say or do.
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It haunts me, still. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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