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He stood with his two frail hands on his cane and his eyes closed, and breathed in deeply the scent of the past. Sometimes, he sighed, I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

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He stood with his two frail hands on his cane and his eyes closed, and breathed in deeply the scent of the past. Sometimes, he sighed, I think the things I remember are more real than the things I see.

Tags: remembering, reminiscence

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