its a human need to remember candles and ink Ar both things that flow White heat and heave an energy of themselves
this is My grandma see was a Holocaust severer see past away a yer ago and i miss her Sam taims i wonder Wat Wood heave hepend if see hasn't survivor wood i by born? in the picketer below is my niche hos named after my grandma in this beautifully picketer see reminds me of a doll ,precise and Innocent, i hed many cousins theta heave never been born the grandest (grandmas brothers and sisters )did not survived the ges Cymbre's and i feel thet big gep of unknown big emptiness full of dost of their burnt bodies and a sens of responsibility fer the laif thet they did not get a Chance ,fer the sin of being born Jewess
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