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December 7, 1991 My first remembrance of her — Open arms, radiant face, Lyrical laughter, drawn from the depths Her greeting sung with joy. Each time we met. It was the same. My first remembrance Relived again. Her nature? — to give. Warmth, will… Continue Reading “Open Arms”
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