The old, leather wallet in my pocket was my father’s, and I carry it with me every day, not just for its practical use, but also as a reminder of his love, his wisdom, and the lessons he taught me.
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Dancing in the rain.
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The heart remembers more than the mind, holding onto feelings that slip through the cracks of memory.
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