Solemnly the boy walked alone wanting to know how memories could sing. He passed himself, his grave, his smile, his teeth grinding. Is it not nice following what we once never knew. A tree shivered off itself to become more, having seen the boy. ‘Wish to know about memories?’ asked the tree. ‘I do.’ replied the boy. ‘Come here. I’ve just ruined myself for you.’ the boy walked on.
-M. Taggart
copyright 2018
mtaggartwriter 
nominated u for liebster award. ooppss
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Good morning. Thank you for that.
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Welcome 🙂
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the last thing i uploaded
will be easy to find
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Interesting.
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Thanks
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Brilliant.
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If you say so.! Seriously thank you again.
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I do. I understood every word. Brilliant writing. But you know they are My favorite. I may be biased. Also..It reads like a fairy tale..in so many ways. Anyway..yes. I say so. 😁
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“Memories could sing” reminds me of the concept of synesthesia. Beautiful work. And thank you for your support for my scholarship vote in my last article! https://elleguyence.wordpress.com/2018/03/02/please-vote-im-a-scholarship-finalist/
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I did again. I hope it goes well for you. Putting effort into submitting for anything is fulfillment in itself, but of course, I hope you achieve the larger goal.
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