Posted on November 21, 2014
A dramatic three weeks, over shadowed by the loss of someone dear, a young man with a big heart and a big smile. I will miss his cuddles and his funny walk and his ready laugh that was so infectious. He allowed me to discover my inner uncle again. Maybe these are the gates to another place where imagination replaces all that is pedestrian, all that is plain. An invitation to the party of my mind.
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