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ALWAYS LOVED, DESPERATELY MISSED

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Do bones feel a tickle as a finger traces letters – nestled, mossy letters – neatly indented in the cold grave stone?

Is there a shiver of the living as a finger traces Father, in the dark December graveyard, in the cold, carved stone?


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