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DOnika's memory

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A while ago I asked Donika to bring me an object of which she had a precious memory. She brought me an apple the next day without telling me the meaning. She only wrote it down for me later on a paper note.

I find it really fascinating how sometimes certain objects, apparently common and meaningless, conceal different stories and memories for everyone, which allow us to appropriate the world we are living in a little more each time, making it a little more our own.

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