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That was such a beautiful thing to read Devi. A true pleasure. Some things are just not meant to be dissected, questioned, taken apart. The voice of an old decrepit house, and a father in a similar state, both looking at the lives they hold within and have helped create - mourning for the love they will have to lose, hoping for a future which might be gained in the process. THAT is something almost sacred. I cannot bring myself to analyse it, not yet. Very, very well-written.
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