The Search for Lapis Legit Lines

Air infused in smells of baked lapis legit

My perpetual search

for those insanely immaculate, identical, coloured lines

I'd been so used to, so many summers ago

At the sounds of cracking juicy, steamed mud-crabs,

we'd savour gleefully, squatting down, patiently devouring the sweetness

Among the dancing mountain flowers waving in the cool tropical breeze

And on new year's eve, our ringing laughters echoed as the domino cards went flying

Tucked in a classic custom-knit Audrey Hepburn-like woollen top I still keep

Too warm to wear, too precious to give away

A classic Lisa-original handknit off-white top that still fits me

Slip on my worn-out pair of shorts that were once a handsome self-tailored pair,

coached by a patient teacher, a doting aunt, a kind soul, caring and selfless till the end

A drop-dead-kawaii Instagram account of How-to-make-Japanese fabric pouches pops up on my feed

Ah how priceless it would be to time-travel,

replace her adored imported full-Japanese-text Sewing magazines that my non-Japanese-speaking aunt could make dress patterns from, through pure guess-work

No, people never die

They live on

Timelessly

Among our everyday things

Greeting us at unexpected moments

Never far

Never forgotten

Aunt Lisa and mom on one fine day

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