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It’s an early Sunday morning and I have been awoken by my grandfather’s knock on the door. Having found the couch a most comfortable place to sleep, I am almost always the first to open the door and know of his presence. This also comes with being the first to get the sweets which his pockets never seemed to be empty of. Those rare Sunday mornings formed the early memories I had of my grandfather. And those rare Sundays were how he spent his last years, he tried visiting the families of each of his… Read Article →

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