I Always Go A Little Mad, This Time Of Year. Remembering Her.
Heather Nann
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Oh Heather! Made me weep, made me mourn!

My mother went away a few years ago. There’s this lady now who looks a lot like her (but more like I remember my grandmother) and sometimes can laugh like my mother did and sometimes can play like she’s my mother but my mother went away years ago. But they won’t let me mourn for her yet. But I can mourn for yours.

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