I see the migratory birds flying back to their native towns. I see the mprints of our feet being washed away. The daylight is fading. It's time to depart.
''Why does nothing stay forever?'' I ask her.
''I am sure it gets recorded in the archive of universe somewhere. We can always refer to it in our memories. It doesn't stay the same way as if it does we would never have new memories.'' She explained.
I smiled shortly, but still wondered if she was going to stay by my side for the new memories.
As if reading my thoughts, she held my hand softly.
We held hands and watched the sunset.
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