Scattered Trails

Memories of others passing this way

When the air that once buoyed us into the sky has sunken into the cold shadow of the approaching night, the breadcrumb trails of our memories scatter and diffuse. In the light of day they were crystalline and permanent, but in the dim light of this moment they are a whirl of vapor falling off into darkness leaving our dreams to animate the heavens and the path ahead.

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