The other night I couldn't get to sleep until the wee hours of the morning. One of the things on my mind was my Nana, in a certain moment I missed her intensly, and yearned to feel her close to me, as she was, when I was a little girl. I turned on my bedside light and had to let it all out on paper as I felt it. It came out sort of like an ode
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