Dear Nanny. It was only one year ago that we had you here on planet earth. I know you’re still with us and journey with your special ones all the time. I made a shrine for you at home and every time I walk past it, I can smell you: Your cigarettes, your fragrance, your lavender oil, your soaps. These scents ignite wondrous memories of colourful infusion: I think of your dancing, your singing, your laughter, your card games, musicals, favourite movies, and endless quirky character traits. What I would give to have one more crazy dance with you. Or cigarette on the beach house balcony. You will always be the brightest star shining in the nights sky and the wild woman dancing endlessly on the moon.
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