They say that, instinctively, animals remember their way back home. Maybe it's a sense of smell, or place, or memory. We are more fragile. In an instant, our memories can become shadows. The distance between ourselves and the ones we love can begin to seem insurmountable. All some of us can do is to stay close to home and hope that we will not be forgotten. But, in the end, remembering is not entirely up to us. Neither is coming home.
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