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A piece of my heart would still have lingered on t

A piece of my heart would still have lingered on the doomed memories of the fated past until I would have made a realisation holding your hands in peace. The more you grow, the more I move towards the threshold. But you have made me encounter the youthful soul meant to blossom more as you tighten your hold. Yours faithfully, The__inker Welcome to the day 8 of #YoLeWriMo or the YourQuote Letter Writing Month i.e. July. The only thing that's perpetually moving is time. We carry time with us as our age. Everyday, we get a little older than before. Age is like our reflection not in space but time. It has witnessed us grow along with itself and we celebrate its anniversary every year as much as we do our own. Like fates, it is interlinked but age both precedes us and succeeds us. The anniversary of age is celebrated for years after death and one starts counting days and months before a baby is born. Age is like our older, wiser, more silent sibling who just walks along with us from the beginning to the end. And afterwards. In your #letters today, write a note of love and belongingness to the concept of age. #DearAge #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
A piece of my heart would still have lingered on the doomed memories of the fated past until I would have made a realisation holding your hands in peace. The more you grow, the more I move towards the threshold. But you have made me encounter the youthful soul meant to blossom more as you tighten your hold. Yours faithfully, The__inker Welcome to the day 8 of #YoLeWriMo or the YourQuote Letter Writing Month i.e. July. The only thing that's perpetually moving is time. We carry time with us as our age. Everyday, we get a little older than before. Age is like our reflection not in space but time. It has witnessed us grow along with itself and we celebrate its anniversary every year as much as we do our own. Like fates, it is interlinked but age both precedes us and succeeds us. The anniversary of age is celebrated for years after death and one starts counting days and months before a baby is born. Age is like our older, wiser, more silent sibling who just walks along with us from the beginning to the end. And afterwards. In your #letters today, write a note of love and belongingness to the concept of age. #DearAge #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
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Welcome to the day 8 of #yolewrimo or the YourQuote Letter Writing Month i.e. July. The only thing that's perpetually moving is time. We carry time with us as our age. Everyday, we get a little older than before. Age is like our reflection not in space but time. It has witnessed us grow along with itself and we celebrate its anniversary every year as much as we do our own. Like fates, it is interlinked but age both precedes us and succeeds us. The anniversary of age is celebrated for years after death and one starts counting days and months before a baby is born. Age is like our older, wiser, more silent sibling who just walks along with us from the beginning to the end. And afterwards. In your #letters today, write a note of love and belongingness to the concept of age. #DearAge #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba