Lately, I've been seeing magic fairy dust everywhere I go.
Before I see it, I get these flashbacks of memories that relate to the certain place, or certain thing.
As the flashback ends, the fairdust appers.
I don't question the fairy dust though because I like to think the fairy dust is a sign that I'm learning to let go of old memories and old stories. I'm learning to let go.
Soon, all my memories will turn to stardust, and this whole town will be brigthtened with the special dust that only I can see.
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