The old songs, the old stories. Kneading bread, the soft sliding of dough across a coating of flour. Sharing remedies for broken limbs, broken hearts. The old ways of setting hair, of sitting in public, of passing the time. The old knowledge. Can that other world be a part of us still? What parts of them do we hold within us?
Beautiful photos and words.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, those things still come through my grandmothers words once in a while. But they too learnt a bit about the new modern world.
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Indeed. I believe that other world stays with us.
ReplyDeleteThank you all very much for your comments; it's so nice to feel like we can all still be connected to the other worlds!
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