My memories of this place were filled with laughter and mischief, all involving my uncle. He was different from the man I remembered from my youth. For one, he was taller and more muscular. Even as a boy, I thought he was tall. He stood higher than my dad, but had he grown somehow? Also, he exuded strength and calm. He was steadier than before. His aura was all sorts of colors, the dark blue of sadness being the main one that stood out to me. I failed to understand why when we passed rows of carefully looked after buildings….
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