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Self Portrait
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Sister
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Self Portrait
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Melissa
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Melissa
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Treasured Moment
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Me and My 10 Things...
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Room with a View
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
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The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.
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One of the many wonderful faces I get when I point the camera at my husband ;)
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I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.
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“Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.”
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Meeting Santa
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Night Train to the North Pole
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Night Train to the North Pole
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Night Train to the North Pole
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Me & My Busters
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Mom & Dad
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What sets sisters apart from brothers and also from friends is a very intimate meshing of heart, soul and the mystical cords of memory.
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Green
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Grandmother showing flash cards to her grandson and granddaughter sitting on porch swing
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After the Blizzard IV
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Man snowblowing driveway after big snowstorm
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Man from behind snowblowing driveway after big snowstorm
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To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare.
