aefenglommung (aefenglommung) wrote,
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Where are the snows of yesteryear?

I told a story of my mother in yesterday's sermon. Thinking back later that evening, I was startled to realize that she has been gone now twenty-five years. Where does the time go? It seems only a short while ago she was still with us, and my son but a boy.
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