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August 17, 2010 at 7:49 am
On a lighter note, I once read a silly kids’ book about a girl who kept her friends in pickle jars… no locks necessary.
I love you Dar. Healing takes time, but the Healer is working, loving, gently caring for you.
August 17, 2010 at 8:02 am
Hmmm, I have lots of pickle jars. Which size would you like: gallon, half gallon, quart or pint? I would make you a beautiful label and put you on my shelf so all my not-so-special friends could gaze at you and only wish they had their own pickle jar on my beloved shelf!
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