On one June morning, I was here by teresa, mother of me, a precious friend of mine.
She's all along being a great model for me, an angel on my shoulder.
Sitting there in that sanctuary of broken spirit,
I heard many wonderful stories about her, and beautiful songs sung in her memory.
All these years' gone, and I knew she was in concentrated way,
having an eye on me and things around me.


taken by Konica AutoReflex TC*
film on my own :: Kodak Gold 100
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