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** #1804998 Not An Image ** Echoes of times past ripple beneath the thin veil of perception, whispering to my soul. Ghostly shadow floats, like wispy swirling tendrils of lazy gray smoke, hidden behind the mirror of my memory, lingering until some faint impression triggers a vague sense of recognition, bringing hazy recollection, reflection of times past-- not remembered, but not entirely forgotten.
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