Joy being brought about through eyes of the child you
once were.
Playing gently, soft melodious memories stored away in
special chests, opened only by the keys of a child from
the past.
Plucking peaceful chords of youth, feeling them strike
against your mind – causing many memories to reverberate.
Sitting back, relaxing, feeling effects old age has
brought on, settling into a quiet reverie, life goes
steadily on.

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