one of my last memories with my mother was walking down a lamplit - TopicsExpress



          

one of my last memories with my mother was walking down a lamplit alley in korea, six years old, holding her hand while someone with an open window played fur elise on their piano. Last night, my friend Tera Incognita played it on her piano. Instead of the usual sadness that spurs from this memory, something in me felt so happy, as if i could once again feel her hand on mine… and i began to dance. rebirth is possible. life is so beautiful.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 16:46:58 +0000

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