Sometimes life takes drastic turns. In October my father died. My life, my decisions and feelings relates to his, which are now gone. No more soothing or struggeling against him. Three weeks in Japan luring into ink painting and zen, concepts of beauty and eternity, remembering hope and anguish. My father - a successful violinist - never figured out the meaning of life. He found eternity in music.
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