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The beauty of forgotten moments slips through our hands like grains of sand; reassuming shape simultaneously the essence mingles silently among echoes of discovery. - Eleanor Montana The beauty of forgotten moments slips through our hands like grains of sand; reassuming shape simultaneously the essence mingles silently among echoes of discovery. - Eleanor Montana The beauty of forgotten moments slips through our hands like grains of sand; reassuming shape simultaneously the essence mingles silently among echoes of discovery. - Eleanor Montana