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Linn, I had to wait for a quiet time on a week-end, so that I could really read this. The Chinese is difficult this time for Google translating.
I think what you wrote is quite beautiful, and likely you did it in a literary fashion which shows through even with this translator.
Many feelings come from the words, and the senses of a child with grandparent; the thoughts a child has were there.
I think we all miss family members who pass on, like this, in our deepest feeling and sense.
Thank you for sharing this. I hope you are writing more, in different ways for people to read, to know things, to understand.
That can be a gift to your grandmother, as well. Out of your own life, which she would appreciate.
Best to you and Carl, and to your family both places,
Clive
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