Yesterday’s follow me like the tail of a kite trailing behind me, sometimes flying high in the clear summer sky, sometimes catching in the muddy ground. Sometimes yesterday’s are remembered sweetly, a conversation or a touch repeated over and over. Sometimes yesterday’s are like paper cuts, unexpectedly painful. Like favorite pillow, yesterday’s are sometimes held close for comfort and sometimes they are thrown away like an embarrassing sweater. All of the yesterday’s are important, they led to today which leads to tomorrow, the future sparkling and uncertain, a treasure to be discovered and dark cave to be explored, adventure awaits.


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