Sunday, January 16, 2005
RH
She made my youth happier. She provided a kind of deeper nurturing affection that helped me make it. She IS a book. I miss her smile and her laughter. I'm so happy that she is happy. I'm so proud of her. Thinking about her makes me feel good. And some day before I die, I'm going back to Maine to see her again!
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