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Memories Seep through the cracks  of our memories (and more memories and more memories) Then we charge a karma credit card at the store that buys our memories to keep them; own them.  
That dark cold night, the rain did splatter on the dim windows, 'pitter-patter.' The creaky old cabin 'neath the willows groans and moans and wobbles and billows.   What there is to say haunts to the core
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