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Losing my memories of you, I whistle songs you used to sing. They say melodies stimulate recollection.
The notes carry me tenderly across a hazy expanse, intermittently summoning memories of dancing, hope (such hope), heartbreak, anger, bliss, trust, distrust, sacrifice, belonging; even strength, resilience against surrender. But these fleeting memories can never truly capture the warmth of your presence. And I miss you dearly.
And across that expanse, somewhere within the misty valley, I realise we were together, playfully singing. I cry such happy tears.
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