1/365 Molly
Molly was seventy-nine when we met, vivaciousness spliced with bitterness at finding herself in care. I took her jam, and listened to her life stories. Then she decided to marry an Italian. But the Lord took her ten days before.
posted by Jona at 1:27 pm
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Yay! Thanks for the heads-up. I love your template.
Welcome. What a great start
A great start indeed! And your island is beautiful...
Thank you ladies :o)
(But Susan, if you're looking at the beautiful lake picture - sadly it isn't my island, but an Alaskan lake photo :o))
welcome aboard - look forward to following your list. Funny who shows up on our memory books.
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