If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.

Daphne Du Maurier
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If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again. Our memories fade with time and time fades our memories.

As we grow older we tend to think of things that we did in our younger years as things we did in the distant past. If only there were something that could capture all of those memories and keep them forever.

Source: Rebecca

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