mementoes

February 7, 2011 § Leave a comment

In the space of a day the signs of a dog-weathered house have gone from endearing to mementoes of a loved one no longer weaving between our legs.  Deep breath.  Today we will find our way through this difficult new experience of saying good-bye.

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