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We arrived back home carrying treasured memories of a blessed journey tired and weary, glad to be back home. Janet said,"I will kiss the ground when we get back to the USA" I stepped off the bus and there, standing in the darkness with flowers and teddy bear in hand and his "heart on his sleeve" stood Bill, not at all a figment of my imagination. I did not kiss the ground, I kissed my sweet William.
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 9:18 PM UTC
Homecoming
We arrived back home carrying treasured memories of a blessed journey tired and weary, glad to be back home. Janet said,"I will kiss the ground when we get back to the USA" I stepped off the bus and there, standing in the darkness with flowers and teddy bear in hand and his "heart on his sleeve" stood Bill, not at all a figment of my imagination. I did not kiss the ground, I kissed my sweet William.
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 9:18 PM UTC
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