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Sep 2012
There is a continuity of life and death...there is no true end. The best way to describe it is as a circle. We may die in the physical sense but our love and memories move on with the people left behind. My mom may not be with me in the every day sort of life but she is in everything beautiful that surrounds me..everything that I love she is a part of and therefore a part of me that I carry always <3
Melissa S
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