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some traditions are too important to delegate. On the front wall, a plaque read: The Elizabeth “Lizzy” Whitmore House. For every child who deserved to be chosen sooner.
I touched the plaque lightly with my fingertips. “Look what we did, Grandma,” I whispered.
The wind moved through the roses with a sound that was almost language.
Years later I met my continue reading …
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