It was a particularly vivid dream, rich with colour, sounds and scent. A beautiful day, sky a rich azure, breeze strong with salty ocean, the garden verdant and blooming. I could taste spring. The postman came to the door with a parcel and a card. It was from a childhood friend, we had fallen out many, many years prior. In the card was an apology for her part in our argument and a setting aside of grievance. I opened the box, it was overflowing with images and mementos, sparking in my mind almost like digital memories. So many years of friendship and beauty, but none of the memories were my own.
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