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Angel feathers from the clouds

BrotherJohn

Steward
Was how my aunt used to describe large snow flakes. Whenever it snows I think of her, her smile, her eyes full of life.

On this dark night, let us all recall a loved one who is no longer with us to share our warmth.
 

BrotherJohn

Steward
If you knew how long it has taken me to reply. And yet I do reply now. I reply without shock, anger and hate. I reply now with sadness and ask you, how could you dirty a memory that is so cherished by another person? How?
What has happened to the Quiet Room?
 
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