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If I can be what she sees, I could reappreciate existence. As it is, I'm moved someone remembers AND recognizes
the future possibility of someday regaining the me underneath me.
And, we took stone hearts from Scarborough Faire to Mom's "grave".
Good love. Good grief. Goodness above and below me.
May my blessings kick me in the butt to a happier and more fulfilled existence.
