Like this snail, our lives, from day to day build colored circles and swirls in our memory,
Like this snail, when events move us, our varied lives come along behind.
Like this snail, we leave a trail behind us to be remembered a little, a lot or a middling bit.
Like this snail, we may shed our houses as we age.
Memories are inked in our souls.
“Memory is the scribe of the soul.”
~ Aristotle
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