Fragments, small pieces of something that I am trying to hold onto as my life races past. Perhaps these pieces are more than fragments, however they are most definitely something.
Fragments of an ancient continent are believed to exist under the floor of this Indian Ocean.
A continent thought to have been part of the “super continent” that once filled this blue planet we call home. Grains of sand from the Mauritius tell us their story. An ancient tale of how they once held a continent together. Pieces of an archaic land blasted to the surface from a volcanic eruption. The Seychells and their fragile island ecosystems give us a clue, themselves a continental crust in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Perhaps these small islands were once bigger, attached to Madagascar. Maybe there are more fragments waiting to be found throughout the world. A theory yet to be proven, but a story worth telling.
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Fragments may not tell us the whole story. However they give us important clues. Clues that allow us to know what really matters and what should be remembered.
I have chosen to save my fragments in words and pictures, buried forever amongst a web of digital information. A collection of pieces for my future generation, something to guide them and fill their hearts with love.
A place they can return to when they have forgotten.