Preserving memories

It’s far too late into the night, but the silence and tranquility proved irresistible for indulging in some reveries of stories my dad would tell me. I treasure this stories and tried remembering as many as I could and jotted down some prompts about each one, so that later I can use that prompt to write in detail about what I remember.

I’m afraid of forgetting…


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