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Beads, Snowflakes, Hopeful Friends

Posted on December 17, 2012 by PB Rippey

But you can only stay fused to your child’s side for so long. And there are a million poems to read in dark times—and then there are simply no poems, no words. None. A friend realized this and went to Newtown, … Continue reading →

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