I didn’t die when he died. Parts of me, though, stopped living nonetheless. And, somewhere inside me, still, curiosity about life yearns to be out.
I didn’t die when he died. Parts of me, though, stopped living nonetheless. And, somewhere inside me, still, curiosity about life yearns to be out.
A very moving, and poignant take Nelkumi. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome ☺️
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A beautifully moving piece, well done.
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Thank you
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The photo goes perfectly with your words.
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Thank you.
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