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Passing

Posted by Bopcha on
My heart feels sad for the passing of Joe's father. The loss of a family member is always tough, and I feel as if I had an acquaintance with him because of the delicious sausages that Sid sent to me.



The sun was shining this morning, and then big black and gray clouds rolled over Marys Peak and settled down on D street. It is raining and the puddle across the road is getting bigger each hour.



I 'worked' at the Gleaners yesterday and met a new young man with an implant in his neck. He explained to me that it was a device to control seizures. I had not known there were implants for such problems.



The temperature is 57° and the air is so fresh and balmy.



Love, Bopcha

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