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Buckets of rain, buckets of tears.

I went to my friend’s funeral. It was a long journey, full of rain. I carried a dog scuffle injury. There were so many familiar faces there. Words were spoken, stories told, pictures shown. Laughs, tears, lemon slice, memories of … Continue reading

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