She remembered love, though, and a feeling of warmth. It was like remembering light, or the glow that sometimes persists after a light has gone out.
by Alexander McCall Smith
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In the reflection of her memories, she could still feel the essence of love, which enveloped her in a comforting warmth. This sensation was reminiscent of the lingering glow that follows the extinguishing of a light, suggesting that even in the absence of the source, its impact remains felt. Such memories evoke a bittersweet nostalgia, one that clings to the heart and mind long after the moment has passed.

Through these recollections, she acknowledges the beauty of love and the way it can leave an indelible mark on her spirit. It reminds her that though moments may fade, the feelings they inspire can endure, illuminating the darker times with the brightness of past joy. This idea intertwines memory with emotion, emphasizing the lasting power of love in shaping human experience.

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