Memories - of the past,
Dreams - of the future.
Both, fragile and precious.
Is one truer than the other?
A magic wand,
Can neither wipe away
nor build and create,
The only truth is the moment NOW,
The present - a gift.
To be cherished and loved,
To be nurtured and lived,
To create the best memories ever.
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