Twittering Tale: The Remainders

I don’t like it when they open the windows. Memories blow out. And memories are all this place has.

We lived here, slept here, played here. Those moments have faded with the centuries, but they remain. And as long as they remain, so do we.

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Image: Alistair MacRobert via Unsplash.com

Written for Twittering Tales #86 – 29 May 2018