Carolyn
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By Tammy CastlemanPublished 18 days ago • Updated 16 days ago • 1 min read
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Every memory arrives
Creeping in, ghostly dances.
Leaving traces of bergamot
Incense of our lives.
Perhaps if there were second chances...
She dreamed her dream and then was gone;
Eclipsed by nothing, counting earth for naught.
About the Creator
Tammy Castleman
I have been an avid writer and photographer for most of my life. In terms of true passions, those are mine. What I lack for in memory, I make up for in recorded detail. We are what we leave behind.
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lovely to remember others by their scent