The haze

When the past moments happened they were actually the present, which was just a boring succession of events and nothing seemed to actually happen.Now ,there is a haze which accompanies my past and the past moments are wonderful and inviting ,beautiful shells on the beach which I collect and fill my pockets with,although they had no meaning when they had happened nor will they have any significance once my pockets are emptied.

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