My missing parents

Last night I had a dream of my mother and father. I must have been ten or eleven years old when she disappeared I had vivid dreams of her she was a tall, statuesque, rather silent women with slow movements and magnificent hair.  I remembered my father more vaguely than my mother but he was dark and thin, dressed always in neat dark cloths, I especially remember his very thin soled shoes and him wearing his spectacles. Both of them must have been swallowed up by one of the first purges of the 'fifty’s.

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