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when I look at me . . . I see an older version of me staring back in the mirror, when did I become this age? I see a mom, to a small baby girl, who has grown to become an amazing young woman. I see a wife, who is married to a wonderful man, […]

who do I see …

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“Such short little lives our pets have to spend with us, and they spend most of it waiting for us to come home each day.”

the inevitable . . .


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