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Sunlight filtering through the loosely drawn curtains. The bed I've slept on every summer for 17 years. The lamp that served my mother 40 years ago. The pendant I lost at the concert of my favorite band. A mug brought from the sea. White bed linen, warmed by the warmth of your own body, which is so hard to say goodbye to. Walls built by my father's hands. That's all I love.
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