In the course of a process of grieving, I and two companions went into the same woods where I once met your brother. A very nice & petite blond woman who was dressed like she was training to hike the Appalachian trail repeatedly warned us to stay away from the copperhead snake she'd just passed. Earlier, in a garden near the same spot where I once saw a heart-shaped balloon float up before making a long journey, I received the news that another friend's father had just died. It remains to be seen what other experiences await in the first quarter of the 21st century.
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