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| Seeing Jim's stone for the first time brought me to my knees. |
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| First Day of Spring |
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Holiday greens blanketed Jim's grave over this long, cold winter. A friend of mine told me that he looked like an Angel in these snow pictures and that thought comforted me on many cold, snowy days.
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| Fresh Grief |
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| Ritual |
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