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November Notes; Litany

November Notes   My mother left us a red 6 x 8 Walmart notebook Filled with her small, neat, precise hand— Bank accounts, insurance policies, lists of What’s valuable, what’s not, and who crocheted What and when for the last 150 years— It was her roadmap to our afterlife without her. A cold rain is […]

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