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Those bangles were my aunt, I guess that's a silly way to say it. But they were the liberty of her spirit somehow, the light from their rainbow hues matching the light in her heart and soul. They would make a sound that was a sort of laughter, and she laughed so very much. So those bangles, and those bright, bright sari's, the ones that brought summer blooms and petals to my imagination, that was her.