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The Ones

The pink Azalea died. I noticed and mourned its absence this morning, just as I had witnessed and celebrated its appearance a few weeks ago. It was the only one of its kind blooming on a shrub of white azaleas. I wonder now if the shrub with its glorious green leaves would have summoned and captivated me so…

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Pearla

Three adults and eight children (fourteen years old and under) sat around a table, eating pizza at my sister’s house two days ago.  I posed a Table Question to learn more about the people with whom we were dining for the first time. What is one thing that is unique about you, that no…

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