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As I stand here beside her my thoughts race through my mind like a raging river. I gently hold her hand and give her a kiss. She laughs and we dance across the room. We watch an old movie and bake sugar cookies.
Now I stand here beside her and hold her hand, I give her a kiss, but there is no laughter or dancing. She is resting now. My best friend, my mother is gone.
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