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Thursday, December 12, 2002

...it's a cold, rainy day outside, sun setting soon unknown to those already in the mock-nighttime of the storm as they prepare to gather in rememberance...not much is said; a hush permiates the air as a solemn mood hangs heavy on the family. no more laughter for now, no room for it today. quiet sorrow rushes to fill the void as all think back in their own way on life and life's end.

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