Memory

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Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us.  -Oscar Wilde, “The Importance of Being Earnest”

I planted flowers in a new flowerbed today and thought of my mother, whose favorite color was pink. How thankful I am for the gift of memory–how even a single bud unfolding in morning light has the power to replay a precious moment in time.

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