she remembers mother’s apron’s touch and the smell of her old backyard. she remembers the skies over her house and the fountain in the Square. she remembers mother more and more, and the worldly possessions of honor. she remembers the starch of the air afterwards and the standing still of the trees. she remembers the half-closed door and her sister in blood on her knees. she remembers mother. she remembers everything except a way to forget.Birth sign: Taurus
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