A Journal of Days
"Forever is composed of nows." Emily Dickinson
Friday, June 19, 2015
Mom, as she looked around the house:
"Everything is white."
Me:
"That's because you're in Heaven."
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Lynn
June 22, 2015 at 10:37 PM
That's lovely - it does sound like Heaven.
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That's lovely - it does sound like Heaven.
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