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| February 22, 1916 - December 16,1971 |
Striding out with purpose ~ bareheaded, my toque left behind, winter jacket open to the breeze, gloves dropped carelessly in my shopping bag. I avoided silty puddles blessed by sun and slushy shivering ice patches in shade.
Carrying my mom’s memory with me,
I felt the strength of life and limb
in the joy of the being in the sun.
“Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.”
~ Emily Dickinson
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