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My mother, a purist
My mother was a purist
Material aspects did not appeal to her
Life performed in traditional ways
Hair imperfect, unkempt, unkept
Clothes plain, unadorned, undecorated
Ever since I was a child
It seemed that she was happy this way
Appeared
Then there was one night
This one night I couldnt sleep so I searched the house
There she was
My single curious eye peering beyond the doorframe
She ...
Sunday 11th February 2018 6:57 pm
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