Starring at the sea, the old woman knows she can’t stop the storm.
Thoughfully, she kisses those who left this land into those turbulences.
Tears on her cheek vaporises by the heat of joy of kissing them.
She prepares her home warmly to be open. The children are singing.
And silently she listens to her wounds unable to heal in her lifetime.

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