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Mar 2018
My father was a man of a few words. You could always see him around, but he rarely spoke. There are days he would just say 10 words to me & some other days none. Now that he is gone, his silence stays. And it’s deafening.
Kartinee Mageswaran
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Kartinee Mageswaran  Malaysia
(Malaysia)   
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