A Big Memory on Antimony Creek


Sometimes the biggest memories come from the smallest things
You can pay for grandeur and not match the joy they bring
You can’t find these memories in fancy shops, you can’t find them in what you own
They exist in priceless moments that the threads of time have sewn
You can’t plan to have, you can only hope so slow down, look around
Let the world rotate within your mind, smell the air and touch the ground
Put yourself on the banks of a crystal mountain creek
Then let it go, let the day, decide what you seek

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