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To hear my sweet granddaughter's voice is such a gift to me. So far away she lives her precious face I seldom see. Tonight I got to talk to her How blessed a time it was... She read me stories and prayers and even the 23rd Psalm! My heart yearns so that I'd be there to read her bedtime stories but such a gift it was.... that she read them to me! cj 2016
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
Bedtime Stories from My Granddaughter
To hear my sweet granddaughter's voice is such a gift to me. So far away she lives her precious face I seldom see. Tonight I got to talk to her How blessed a time it was... She read me stories and prayers and even the 23rd Psalm! My heart yearns so that I'd be there to read her bedtime stories but such a gift it was.... that she read them to me! cj 2016
cynthia-jeany9
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
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