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My mother and I used to get swept away in laugher, as she would read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to me as a young girl.We lay in bed, completely emerged in a world made up from our own creation.  She was luminescent against the golden amber walls coloured by the sun rays streaming through. I followed her face carefully, as she would read the scrumptious words, every detail exploded with joy in her eyes, bringing the story to life. A moment that will leave fingerprints all over my heart, forever. 

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