YOUTH AND AGEING

I often think of Sole.
She died in her prime, in her most glorious years, having been born in 1975.
I often think of her and envy her.
She'll never get old.
She's in our memories in her most vibrant self, full of projects, curious about everything that happened in our world.
She despised one-minded people.
She despised those who can't understand others' reasons.
She was so open to anyone who could talk and argue reasonably about one's beliefs.
She said her mind had been shaped by her mother's teachings: open to all reasonings but judge with your own mind.
I miss you, Sole !

In my mind ...

In my mind, you appear to me.

Oft times unexpected, but welcome always.

Some stray event or random occurence will lead me to you.

How I wish so very much to reach out and find you there.

Someday.

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