gwen
sometimes i have no words. not even 30 of them.
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tracy
we buried her by the irises. it doesn't seem to get easier - but i think that is a good thing. (we'd make lousy farmers.)
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jen a.
my quiet moments in front of the fire after the girls go to bed... sometimes it's all i need to feel restored.
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tara
clearly the worst photo from the day. tried to give it to my mother-in-law, but even she didn't want it. in the end, i sort of love it.
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lecia
We are peas in a pod.
