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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

A Mother's Voice

While I was out in the yard watering flowers, I heard my mom call to me. Her voice was so clear, it stopped me dead in my tracks. I've heard her voice before, and it's always an omen.
Posted by Art Is What You Can Get Away With at 7:36 PM
Labels: Mom, The Other Side

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