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The same dream .Yet again, it didn’t take him farther than her eyes. Could it be his mother he’d barely known?
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In response to Kat Myrman Twiitering Tales Challenge. For details please refer here.
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Oh, I like this tale Kitty. What an impression our mother’s leave on us, even from when we are very young. I can imagine this launching an entire self-discovery story. 🙂
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Thanks a lot Kat.
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