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Wheels turning
As I sat there gazing.
Yet you never knew it.
I’d recorded these moments.
My mind captured all the essence of you.
These cogs at times squeak
protesting endless repeats
of these sepia-tinted memories.
Reliving them over and over.
My brain can’t get over
The many wonders
I remember of you.
* Scientists theorize that the ability to remember in color fades as we age – which essentially means that our memories begin to resemble sepia-tinted photographs. (Dailymail.co.uk)
