I think Don will be with me like he has been since he was incarcerated. When the sun warms my face. When the wind blows my hair. When the puppy licks my face.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
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i am a daughter, a mother, a grandmother.this is to make you smile,inform you, and to bring you closer to me. there's a little bit of this and sometimes too much of that. i hope you join me for this ride
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