"Some memories were all right, but others were dangerous.

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.
Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.
Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.