ENTRY DESCRIPTION
When I saw the picture in the ice in midwinter, I remembered the warm memory of running to my mother and hugging her, feeling happy when I saw her while playing as a child. Even though it was cold ice, I felt the warmth of my mother's embrace in my memory.

AUTHOR
At the age of sixty, I'm on the path to self-discovery. I've lived for many years for my family, but as I continue my Buddhist practice, I've come to ask myself, "Who am I?" Every morning, while peering into my mind through the stillness of the sun, I stumbled upon photography. When I saw the shape of a fish in the midwinter ice, I, a believer in reincarnation, thought to myself, perhaps it was me from a distant past life.

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