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There are times that we see everything but see nothing.                                                                                  There are times we hear everything but hear nothing.                                                                                        There are times we are touched but feel nothing.                                                                                                  There are times we lose all sense of smell and taste.                                                                                     Nothing seems to satisfy and nothing attaches to our five senses.

It doesn't mean that we are bad people; it means that "life happens".                                                                             And again, there are those times that 'magic happens' and lasts forever.                                                                 In my case, life indeed does happen, but I remember two forever magical moments. I was a little lad and did not possess a camera but captured two moments that were magical. 
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Doing the laundry, cleaning the house, and cooking, or simply taking her infrequent leisure. Beautifying someone’s hair, or just chatting with a friend, there was often a small green glass bottle of soda near by. This lady never poured from the bottle to a drinking glass. Such a classy ritual was never required nor desired by her. The most favored and refreshing moment for her was a bag of salted peanuts slowly poured into her favorite strong drink. While MOTHER was capturing a cool refreshing moment, her little boy was capturing a magical moment, an eternal impression. 8888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
After filling the cup, GRANDMA would slowly pour the steaming hot coffee into the saucer. Then, she would gently blow, making it right for sipping. Perhaps a common practice at the time, and unworthy of anybody’s attention, but with wide-eyed interest in the sipping, a little boy watches and captures a ’magical moment’.  Some 60 years later, her grandson sips every morning but never took to 'saucer sipping'.

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