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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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A memory flash of hugging Margret. It is morning hours close to noon. I don't recognize the room or see much of it. I am standing with Margret in my arms. We are hugging each other tightly. There are other people around, so we only have a few moments to express our feelings. Just hugging her feels so wonderful and the memory of it feels so good. We don't want to let go of each other, but we know that we will have to soon. It is like we are expecting someone to come back into the room. There is a spicy sweet smell in the air. I can not tell if it is perfume or desert. |
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