
Writing it was inspired by an invitation from my mother. A little over a year after her funeral, on a cold January night, I was sitting on my couch in my apartment in Geneva, journaling, when I heard a familiar yet unexpected voice.
Read MoreWriting it was inspired by an invitation from my mother. A little over a year after her funeral, on a cold January night, I was sitting on my couch in my apartment in Geneva, journaling, when I heard a familiar yet unexpected voice.
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