23
Apr
12

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On really fine spring days, I can’t help but think about my grandmothers’ garden.  It was her pride and joy and no one in the neighborhood could top it.  My universities perfect flowerbeds just remind me of her.

I bet her garden in heaven, or whatever, is unbeatable.

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