Dusty boxes of forgotten moments
Edges curling, colors soft as whispers
Memories drift like light through old windows
Faces frozen in time's gentle grip
Smiling strangers who once were close
Now just shadows of what used to be
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Dusty boxes of forgotten moments
Edges curling, colors soft as whispers
Memories drift like light through old windows
Faces frozen in time's gentle grip
Smiling strangers who once were close
Now just shadows of what used to be