Pristine Memory

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The hurricanes in Ocean cannot be reversed and the ache of past life should not be copied. What he comprehended through his baby steps to life was beyond what the most privileged libraries held under the dust of sneaky cobwebs.

His doll face glowed as he locked eyes with planes that drilled holes in same clouds in which his childhood imagination would draw happy cartoon characters.

Dudu, you’re an ace. Wherever you are fly high and then higher until you drill a hole in the sky.

I fondly recall you elaborating your dreams and each day I truly wish you manifest each of them.

And for me, as I always say, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again

Until then, I’ll keep sending you prayers through Universe.