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comes the writing prompt “stranded”. See HEREI remember, Mama, when I was five you’d lay me down on the kitchen drainboard to wash my hair in the sink, a washrag over my eyes to keep out the soap.
Now you’re gone, and I’m stranded here with thousands of small memories of how much I was loved.
Ι wish I had similar memories... even when very little I'd take "baths" without any assitance.
That's the way its supposed to be.