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I cannot say what lead me to dig so deep in memories after our home grew quiet. Before I knew it, I was sitting at the foot of my bed, knee deep in old, handwritten cards and the contents of the trunk that holds every earthly possession belonging or related to my sweet girl were strewn all around me. I am not sure when I last opened that lid, but it has been quite some time.

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