Last Sunday, I spilled my tea on the 1947 hymnbook from Mawlai... the pages with my wife’s pencil markings all blurred. I learned you cannot preserve a memory by keeping it closed in a cupboard. So now, I play those very hymns from the stained pages for my granddaughter every week... sha, let the music live, even if the paper is a little warped.
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