sitting alone in your room, I have long dreaded this moment, seeking the right words, gentle words of love which will bring about your rebirth. Dizzy before this quest for missing words and with the need to come to terms with our new reality, I have arrived after opening and closing many doors. I have this constant, fine pain, a small needle piercing just above my heart; emptiness and pain mingled with doubt and panic. How can I recreate your beauty, your softness, your strength, your suffering, and above all, your magic? Faced with the task, I doodle, I let myself be distracted and wander so that I can hold back, just a little. First I come to a picture of you at five months old. You are intact, smiling, with your brilliant cheeks and mirthful eyes, my little girl, so fall of life. Just beside it is another image of you, ten years later at the pavilion, with your freckles showing springtime and your dainty straw hat slightly tilted to one side, cruelly emphasizing your too-open mouth. [download]
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