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点击复制Memory stretches like a line
a shoreline fading into haze;
we cannot hold the farthest edge
yet tides bring fragments back
Each step recalls another scene
footprints rising through the foam;
what seemed erased returns in ripples
naming what we were
Do not demand a perfect map—
the past is water not a wall;
its truth is felt in moving light
not chiseled into stone
Walk gently by that inward sea
let what returns arrive unforced;
the horizon of memory widens
each time you choose to breathe