The Whispers of a Cherished Memory I often find myself thinking about those little sparks, don't you? Those moments, those people, those tiny everyday things that just stick with you. A particular scent, a snatch of a song, or even just a shared glance across a crowded room. They’re the things that build our stories, aren't they? And sometimes, we want to hold onto them, to keep them close, so we can feel that warmth whenever we need it. It’s a bit like finding that perfect seashell on a beach – totally unexpected, completely beautiful, and just begging to be treasured. I remember once, a cust...
