Wednesday, February 27

a place from the past

we went on a little road trip to the island where my maternal grandmother was born over a hundred years ago. it was something i've been wanting to do for a long time, and i guess the longing grew stronger when i became a mother myself.
i'm not sure what i was hoping to feel or find there, but it was quite precious to walk with the sights that she has seen all those years ago. somehow it made me realise once more the importance of seemingly tiny and irrelevant things. any thing can remain an image in your mind's eye forever. memories are formed in an inexplicable way. and maybe some memories can outlive a human life, attaching themselves to the landscapes where they came alive so long ago.

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