<p>One of the most beautiful memories I have of my mom is her singing. And I can see it right now. I can see her staring out a window, looking off into the distance. And she would sing.</p>
<p>Sometimes, they were happy songs. Sometimes, they were songs mixed with sorrow. But even to this day, those songs would find their way through space and time, and they would always be there when I needed them most.</p>
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