Gloria NaylorTime's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystallize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hurt can be shattered and sprinkled over a thousand days.
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Time has the ability to turn anything into something different. A thousand days of pain can be melted into one day of comfort. That is how it is with memories. Memories are crystallized by time.
You can see them as a thousand years or as a single moment. An unforgettable moment that shaped the rest of your life, or an everyday moment that felt insignificant.
Source: The Women Of Brewster Place
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