I’m not sure if you belong in the past or the present. Sometimes it is hard to tell. A little old, a little new- a combination of all the beauty in life. Maybe you’re just a memory but is it old or new? You seem so familiar, but I’m having trouble placing just where you fit in. Whatever may be, you remind of many things, many times far and close to my heart & mind. The beauty of a memory is that wherever it came from it lives on in your mind. Possibly changing some with time, but always yours to hold in your mind or your heart.