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I only wish my girls could know you,
and see the twinkle in your eyes your old world charm, your sense of humour, your wonderful love of life. I know they would feel safe with you, I always did, even when I wasn't, you couldn't protect me fom reality, I told them about you, though they'll probably forget, when they are no longer young enough to understand. The sorrow of loss is outweighed by the glory and joy of it ever having been a possibility at all. It is enough now. As I walk away for the last time, I am thinking how I only wish my girls could know you.
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