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The Room that’s Filled Up with the Feel of Home
A mother who’d never been there when you were growing up, and you’d, realized that the painting you’d made was only, make-believe, translated… “Ahhhhhhhhhh, I’d, forgotten, something”, sitting in the car, I suddenly, recalled. “What is it?”, dad inquired. “nothing, … Continue reading
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