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Gold is passed on through our families. Deep beneath its glittering surface, it holds our history and stories in its thick braided strands.
Only fabric, layers of skin and placental fluid separate it from the terrors of this world.
Do all six-year-olds know what death is? Or is it only children of war?
It reminds me that as long as the lemon trees grow, hope will never die.
