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Aug 19
Landmarks of years passed.
Snapshots are easier to remember than memories.
I study them like math once.

I looked upon the tiger's year.
And saw my mother's face in my own for the first time.
A milestone of this pain she gave me.

Was I allowed to look like her now that she was leaving?
The History: My mother passed in 2022. I look back to photos of the weeks before her passing and find an angle of my face that looks like her.
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