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Tuesday, April 07, 2015

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tanita

Oh... wow.
It's not often that you remember something like that. I distinctly remember the last time I sat on my mother's lap (she's yet alive, at any point I could crash onto her lap again, but we're not really like that) - I was getting too big, in the fifth grade, but I was ill, so she rocked me for a bit. I remember the chair, the shabby (not at all chic) chintz -- I remember it.

And, now that I've read this, I think it's a gift.

maria

Talk about pulling heart strings! Wow...sweet, bitter sweet.

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