ramblings of blanche.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Memories more desirable through layers of reflecting fragments.
Like shattered glass covering a muddled mess.
Dangerous to tread.
Beautiful to remember.
A forgotten fear.
An enticing boredom.
A mask of recollections made up with the concealer of time.
How beautiful, a past blurred with forgetfulness.
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