Sometimes a memory is too deep, too precious, too secret and not yet ripe enough to be shared. But they live on warm, bright and fragrant inside of me.
How did I come to be so honored to hold the memories of four generations of my family?!
"O Lord! Don't let me forget one second or the smallest nuance of the moments entrusted to my care."
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| Mom & Uncle Harvey 1958 Lake Eden |
