“. . . the memory of my mother came to me like a drifting scent in the breeze, swirling through the branches of a nearby cedar tree. I was drawn back <35 years> to the day I learned she had passed on. But that autumn day of 1973 did not grip me with deep sadness, the burden of never... read more
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