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Oct 2014
As I look up, as I do every night. My thoughts,my heart are...where. I know.Β Β Looking up to the sky. As I do. I can't help but to...think, wonder. Are they there, looking back at me ? I SO hope so
Thoughts of my SON and OTHERS that I miss, too much
Nan Trapp Messer
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Nan Trapp Messer  Sharpsburg, GA
(Sharpsburg, GA)   
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