I can still hear echoes from my childhood. Standing in the basement of the old church, my grandfather and I are next to each other, my grandmother seated at the piano to my right. The baby blue walls take in what little sunshine peeks through the small windows at the opposite wall. They match the key Grandma is improvising in. G major
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{{{Hugs you}}}
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Hugs. Beautifully written. Lovely imagery. But, fuck cancer.
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I'm so sorry for your losses and for the one yet to come. *hugs*
This brought tears to my eyes.
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