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blue sky with clouds tears were on her face, holy water in tender reflection of davis browne. morning sunlight, our most precious resource was all over her, sparkling, caressing.

uncle richard was there, as if cancer never kidnapped his spirit.

they traded stories of our dearly departed friend, smiling as the salt dried on their faces.
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megan why do you stay with me? 030120