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IN People ON 13 Oct, 2014
I would happily trade all my tomorrow's for just one yesterday. That is the most beautiful thing about past, no matter however it was, it smells sweet. A tiresome day promptly changes into a splendid evening if by any chance you come across a picture from a childhood, or your bed pal as a kid, your favorite chocolate, your old bicycle.
It's amazing how strongly we hold the pieces of the past while all the other time we are moving forward. So let me take you back and recreate a remembrance from the past.