Flashes of Memories

Being young is like the wind that encourages fallen leaves to fly, like a dew atop a leaf that drops into fresh soil, like cold fingers holding a mug filled with hot chocolate, like the flash of a smile as a picture is taken; but, most of all, being young is remembering to take life one step at a time.

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