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One day someone's mother died. And on that clear,
cold morning, in the warmth of her bedroom, the daughter
was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes
there isn't any more.
No more hugs, no more lucky moments to celebrate
together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more "just one minute."
Sometimes, what we care about the most goes ( Read more... )
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