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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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I am with Margret, at least I think so. We had been walking along a gravel path in the woods. It is overcast and finally the clouds break and a warm rain starts to fall. It gets heavier and we start to get soaked. There is no place to go except under the trees. I'm dressed in regular clothes light grey brown suit, beige vest, and she, the dark haired woman, who I think is Margret is wearing a white blouse and light tan skirt. The trees around us remind me of the redwoods. |
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