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On my eighty-third birthday, I received an obituary and a set of keys.
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/Time span: 1937-2020
/free short story
/first person
You stand there, always there.
No need to return home.
When you leave in this life, when I raise my head in the next life,
Your umbrella canopy is still green.
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Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you
