If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”
. . . Daphne de Maurier
There are times when I wish this were true, times when I miss my mom so much and all the memories of her go rushing through my mind all at once. Wouldn't this be nice and then we could just go through each memory, one day at a time. Savoring each memory, each day.
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