Stories
Your life, its temporary bumps, bruises, sighs, smiles
They can last only in memory only temporarily
They leave when you do, whether with a deep exhale or the cry of a hospital machine
They're gone like June bugs at the end of summer
They stay when you write them
They're remembered when you write them
They're celebrated when you write them
They're meaningful when you write them
When you write your story, your story isn't just a story.
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