Traveling light

I took a photo, on all the days I knew I would want to remember.

Not of the person or the activity. Something from the place.

A sign. A flower on the table. The view. Maybe a selfie with a smile I couldn’t have gotten any other way.

I knew they would all just be memories someday.

All I have is the time stamp.

And yet another puzzle piece hidden in my pocket.

I got the better end of the deal.

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