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Nostalgia
There are days, bits of them, I wish I could wrap up or bottle, just to know I have them forever and always. I look back on things I used to do, things I used to take so much pleasure in... Not that I don't anymore, but that it just isn't the same. The way the day felt, how warm or cool, outside and inside, the kind of day you had, still fresh in your mind, the feel of the carpet on your feet, or maybe you left your shoes on without even thinking about it. How the sun light up your otherwise shady room, and the softness of your bed as unmade as when you left it. Glad to be settling down for a tv show coming on right as you walk in from getting off the school bus. Sometimes I wish I could go back and live those days, and vaguely I wonder if heaven is anything like reliving those moments of life you wouldn't mind reliving. If heaven were such a place, people would be racing to get their souls right...
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