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RE: Her Proud Companion who had never left a day, for sixteen years

in The Ink Welllast year

The deep personification in this. It makes me wonder how certain things like the photo album hold memories. Our memories are a part of us and we don't even realize it. If my wall clock could talk, it would tell stories of generations that had passed in our lineage.

Very well-written story. Well done

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Hah! The wall clock can even tell you the tiny secrets of the household depending on how long it has stayed in the family... Hehehehe.