Mom photographed by Cassandre

Letter to Mom,

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The madness you taught me has  got the better of my love for you. Then i see you  grow old, time slips on you and my crazy love becomes admiration, a desire, understand what you taught me  . You forget fate and rise above, in wisdom.

I believe I see in you a multifaceted relationship, but above all a refuge so as not to sink.

I grew up seeing your hair  to clear up  as if time were turning into light. Your skin, complete over time, the story you write with your ailments.

You have recited to me so much "The ode to Cassandra"  that today, Mignonne, it is you who  pick  this flower that will not tarnish your beauty.

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Cassandra.