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Jul 2015
She was so much of everything
Now she is nothing, but still a part of everything. Funny how it is when someone you are in love with passes on. In a way they keep living with you. Whether it is a ghost to haunt you, or an angel to guide you.
They are still there. She is still here.
Sometimes she is both. I miss you so very much, storm.
Cowin Alan
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Cowin Alan  Denver
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   LB Parker
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