A morning on a trip opens with unfamiliar sounds. The scenery beyond the curtains is still asleep. In that quiet, which memory rose and stayed the longest?
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A morning on a trip opens with unfamiliar sounds. The scenery beyond the curtains is still asleep. In that quiet, which memory rose and stayed the longest?
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There was a time the first sunlight through the curtains lay on the quilt. I didn't know then that it was the start of a journey.