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To the Departed



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I wrote a letter held my pen to the paper. It brought new meaning, a great new feeling.
Faces lit up, mouths gaped wide.
It was evident that this message I carried, this thought of words was eagerly awaited.
It's amazing how each one of them, felt her impact, the desire to fulfill her legacy. 
The hearts that were touched. 
I did not expect them to laugh so sincerely, chuckle with a tinge of tears drooling down their dusted cheekbones.
They wrinkled with laughter, my smile backing theirs.
We were honored to celebrate her, to praise her soaring spirit.
I was proud to speak my mind, tell it like it is.
Plain and simple the way she lived her life.


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