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Talking To the Stones

There are so many paces talking to the stones The greatest counselors are the ones made of bones The flowers in this garden couldn't possibly be any fresher Here in lies, the answers given without undue pressure Various degrees of experience given by souls of all ages Their final class pictures were found in obituary pages A final remembrance of all a somber one Beloved father, mother, sister, or son

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Date: 2/28/2023 9:11:00 AM
Loved it!
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Date: 2/28/2023 9:14:00 AM
Thank You !! A.S.
Date: 2/27/2023 7:41:00 PM
I had to read twice once I got the picture. Very good! Love the line: The greatest counselors are the ones made of bones. Still, I don’t have that…my mom’s in an urn…so strange….different than I would have imagined. A large picture beside her beautiful purple resting place. My Dad talks to her all the time…I just miss her.
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Date: 2/27/2023 7:46:00 PM
I can totally relate it has been decades and I still miss my son..... some day we will be together again.... A.S.

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