Tag: nostalgia
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What the Body Remembers I don’t have many memories of my Grandpa—I was eight or nine when he passed—but the ones I do have are vivid. Cemented.And the clearest of all? His energy hugs. Whenever we walked into the house, my Grams was there first—ready with her lipstick kisses and her “Hi, sweetie!”—and then we’d…
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The Town That Still Knows My Name I live in a ghost town. Not the kind with boarded windows and dust in the corners, but one haunted by memory. Every street, every cracked sidewalk, every flickering porch light carries a version of me I didn’t mean to leave behind.The memories hit hard and without my…