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There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.
Mary E. Pearson
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Mary E. Pearson
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: August 14
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Multiple closets for different needs. Overkill.
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...and time becomes a forgotten detail.
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On a small planet, where minute follows minute, day follows day, year follows year, where tradition marches on with a deafening, orderly beat -sometimes the order is disturbed by a dreamer, an artist, a scribbler - sometimes the beat is changed one person at a time.
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I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.
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It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.
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I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.
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