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She brought it to me on a Sunday afternoon, tired and dirty after a couple of hours spent in the garden with her Dad. She sat down on the bed next to me and said these are for you, grinning like she was 5 again. I am not sure which was the more welcome gift.
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This year I am taking the time to notice life, writing what I remember from my day, every day. The good, the bad, the indifferent. Because our lives may be ordinary, but our stories never are.
