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Aunt Sally

Sometimes you like people better as you grow older. . . Growing up, I considered my aunt, Sally, a gossip and a person consumed with envy. She liked to make fun of people, as she did with me over my crying and screaming after taking my beloved hobby-horse for my cousin, Mary. Years later she befriended my mother after the death of my father.. They became inseparable. . . a dragonfly still circling my aunt's farm pond alighting on mother's hand Published September, 2015 Cattails

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Date: 10/2/2015 5:26:00 PM
this is wonderful. Everyone has something good in them!
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Date: 10/2/2015 2:48:00 PM
Thomas, so nice to hear from you today. I enjoyed your Haibun 7 and thanks for visiting my poem, in response ...
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