Second week in my Mum's home. Things are not getting any easier. Everything here reminds me of her. Of us, and memories keep flooding in. And with them, longing for the impossible. While sitting in the living room, watching the afternoon shadows create images on the walls, I am reminded that this is what I have left, a shadow, a dream of her and the love that we shared. And I don't want it to fade away. Like the shadows do at the end of the day.
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