Time Capsule

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 Hi Team,


Beneath autumn's grasp, leaves descend,

a diligent squirrel darts in nature's embrace.

Gathering treasures, silent measures,

memories stored resist time's erasure.


In the attic of thought, laughter harmonizes,

a quilt of nostalgia wards off winter's chill.

Gather, in quiet spaces, memories resilient,

a treasury of joy, no empty space.


Turning life's pages, each memory a chapter,

squirrel away moments, heart's embrace.


A Shropshire Lad

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