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Can this be considered Saudade? Cloudy Land Sometimes I find myself thinking, wallowing in the thoughts that drift by. We used to laugh and sing, play and dance all day long to the melody and song of Grandpa's orchestra. When we stopped doing what Grandpa looked forward to, what we four looked forward to, because of matters we were too young to understand, we stopped doing what we loved to do. Why though? Why did we stop? Why did we stop feeling, singing, playing, fighting, chatting, laughing, swinging, dancing? Why did the music stop when Grandpa went to Cloudy Land? Yours sincerely, Definitely NOT Suki
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