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thememoryexchange:
Let us begin.
It is September 24th, 2016.
Today, the Memory Exchange is just off the road, among a thick stand of tall, slender shortleaf pines and great, spreading oaks. The late afternoon sun angles through the trunks in sweeping rays that paint everything in shades of gold. Beneath your feet, the packed dirt of the trail is scattered with leaves and needles and stray acorns. The almost-cool air smells of pine and warm earth, and tastes clean. The stillness all around you is green and deep.
The Exchange is a simple stall – wooden slats and a red canvas awning, and a long table covered in a hodgepodge of baskets and boxes. Wind chimes at the corners of the stall jingle softly.
To the right is a grassy area dappled by shade. It is watched by a small goblin that looks a great deal like a fluffy black cat. Things left here are guarded until reclaimed. They will harm no-one.
Today’s Keeper is a short, round person with pale skin and short brown hair. They have a pleasant face and soft hands, and are wearing battered jeans that don’t quite fit and a black shirt that says My Story Is Not Done. This is the Proprietor.
Come on over! There aren’t many memories to take yet, but if you have anything beautiful to leave, we’ll be glad to have it. And if you need to set something heavy down for a while, my assistant there will be glad to watch it until you can carry it again. While it’s with her, it can’t cause too much trouble.
You step nearer. The sun is warm on your back. You peer into the baskets. Some are full of nothing but hope, and some … some hold things that glitter or shine or glow.
Will you take a memory?
Will you leave a memory?
After over 12,000 notes on this post, I think it is obvious this tumblr is badly needed.
There are so many terrible things in our lives. The memories are heavy, and sometimes they are hard to escape.
Put yours down for a time, and hold another, brighter memory. Take it to be yours, carry it near or far, for as long or as little as you wish to carry it.
The Exchange cannot take painful memories away forever, but you may set them down for a while and take another beautiful memory with you any time you like.
You are always welcome here.
I’m a bit nervous, but after two days of working on it, it is time to open up the exchange!
Please come and join, share your memories. They are so, so needed.
Those of you who shared memories in replies to the original entry, please come and submit those memories here too!
To submit anonymously, you can use asks!
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thememoryexchange:
Let us begin.
It is September 24th, 2016.
Today, the Memory Exchange is just off the road, among a thick stand of tall, slender shortleaf pines and great, spreading oaks. The late afternoon sun angles through the trunks in sweeping rays that paint everything in shades of gold. Beneath your feet, the packed dirt of the trail is scattered with leaves and needles and stray acorns. The almost-cool air smells of pine and warm earth, and tastes clean. The stillness all around you is green and deep.
The Exchange is a simple stall – wooden slats and a red canvas awning, and a long table covered in a hodgepodge of baskets and boxes. Wind chimes at the corners of the stall jingle softly.
To the right is a grassy area dappled by shade. It is watched by a small goblin that looks a great deal like a fluffy black cat. Things left here are guarded until reclaimed. They will harm no-one.
Today’s Keeper is a short, round person with pale skin and short brown hair. They have a pleasant face and soft hands, and are wearing battered jeans that don’t quite fit and a black shirt that says My Story Is Not Done. This is the Proprietor.
Come on over! There aren’t many memories to take yet, but if you have anything beautiful to leave, we’ll be glad to have it. And if you need to set something heavy down for a while, my assistant there will be glad to watch it until you can carry it again. While it’s with her, it can’t cause too much trouble.
You step nearer. The sun is warm on your back. You peer into the baskets. Some are full of nothing but hope, and some … some hold things that glitter or shine or glow.
Will you take a memory?
Will you leave a memory?
After over 12,000 notes on this post, I think it is obvious this tumblr is badly needed.
There are so many terrible things in our lives. The memories are heavy, and sometimes they are hard to escape.
Put yours down for a time, and hold another, brighter memory. Take it to be yours, carry it near or far, for as long or as little as you wish to carry it.
The Exchange cannot take painful memories away forever, but you may set them down for a while and take another beautiful memory with you any time you like.
You are always welcome here.
I’m a bit nervous, but after two days of working on it, it is time to open up the exchange!
Please come and join, share your memories. They are so, so needed.
Those of you who shared memories in replies to the original entry, please come and submit those memories here too!
To submit anonymously, you can use asks!
from Tumblr http://ift.tt/2db6FpF
via IFTTT
