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It's odd how we- being so full of life- put so much value into things that aren't. In this world, where everything can be made again, few things stand out as truly irreplaceable. Because deeply embedded within that object is a memory, a sensation, an emotion. And with the destruction of the object is the release of a memory. Now lost and unable to be recaptured. So be sad at the demise of those which can be replaced, but shed a tear for all your broken souvenirs.
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Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
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It's odd how we- being so full of life- put so much value into things that aren't. In this world, where everything can be made again, few things stand out as truly irreplaceable. Because deeply embedded within that object is a memory, a sensation, an emotion. And with the destruction of the object is the release of a memory. Now lost and unable to be recaptured. So be sad at the demise of those which can be replaced, but shed a tear for all your broken souvenirs.
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Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
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