This Is How Pictures Are Stealing My Memories

February 5, 2015 5:33 PM

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The grassy trail was perfectly groomed. Trees towered on each side of it and off in the horizon, you could see the path open up into a clearing. The sun peeked through the tress and a bit of a breeze made the leaves rustle.

My daughter raced through the woods with incredible energy, the large hat on her head flopping up and down with every step. She would occasionally look back over her shoulder to check if we were there, but still kept pace, racing against herself and broadening the distance between us.

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