The Smell of Burning
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Overview
I see my mom everywhere I go, in everything I do, and in everything I want to accomplish, but she is always just out of reach. I am entangled in her memory, and the memories of those she inspired. My memory of my mom is more of a protective energy than a face. the feeling of her arms, her voice, and her security.
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