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Memories of my Wheelchair
At that moment I started to lost my ability to go upstairs, more than an hour and I barely could up a few stairs. Then I got in a dream, I lost consciousness.
As usual, the chair goes with me everywhere even in my dream, I think it's unacceptable to fight the world but defeating by a chair.
And in a group of shots, some of them still in my memory, I saw myself at the top of stairs and I saw all the houses roofs in all directions... But I still see that chair as a part of me.
I want to see my grandpa, not the chair
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