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Apr 2021
All the expectations
All the preparations
Each year that comes
It could have been
Happy daydreams
Reality, I cope
I still long for you
Knowing you as no other
I bring you flowers
My sweet Cate
Three were born.
Two remain.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  57/F/Virginia
(57/F/Virginia)   
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