It smells like lavender from grandma's house.
It tastes like sweet syrup drizzling in your mouth ...
...from pancakes mom use to make.
...from pancakes mom use to make.
It sounds like an old piano piece you use to play.
It feels like reuniting with old friends from the past.It lives in the warmth of my family and friends.
By Anh Doan (Vit)
Photo: http://www.oilpaintingscn.com/piano-oil-painting-901.html
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