My late mother's mont-bell short sleeve down.
Soon after
Five years go by.
From the year he died.
When it gets cold
I put it out every year
Mother's Short Sleeve Down.
There are sleeves.
It's warm.
Long sleeves are in the way.
You liked it.
Born in Showa 17
Mother of the Year of the Horse
Cigarette was a hobby.
In his later years
The sparks are flying
There is a hole in the down,
Sellotape yourself
I stopped it.
















































































