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Apr 2015
You would stand there in the kitchen holding our son
Light shining through the window
Just hitting the stranded strings of your hair disturbed by the wafts of air creeping through the window your father never had time to finish
Chase Hunter
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Chase Hunter
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     Sydney Ann and Jacquie Hunter
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