The book that we read together and into each word that you wrote.
The little instant photo that you had attached, the bookmarks, every
stroke of your writings has become so dear to us that no matter how
heavy our luggage are, we took it with us.
When we miss you, we will take it out and open the page that you had
written, recalling the time we had experienced with you and the rest.
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