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Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Family Travel / 4
The last Mother’s Day my mother was alive my father planted a blue spruce in the backyard as my mother watched from the laundry room window. Twenty five years later, that fragrant tree, taller than the house, towers over the yard.
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