The journey of a widowed Southern lady stranded in the Mid-west surviving the perils and pearls of grief, adult children, grandchildren, writing, retirement, and assorted crises.
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Friday, March 6, 2009
Old Songs
I am tired. I am weak. I am worn.
The rest of the song is lost in the darkness of the storm.
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