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 The memories we have, make us a part of who we are. They shape us each and every day for better or for worse. Some memories are of years gone by; some are from the small glimpses of childhood that come to our remembrance. Others may just be of a single day. As much as we want to revisit things, time is in control. It tells us what to do, where to go, and it gives no explanations.  As I sit here in my room, looking out my window, I see the snow piling up like small mountains outside. How is it, that in a time where all the flowers have died, summers have fade, and the sun is obscured by clouds, that everything could be so beautiful? I’v