by Sarah Costanzo
Tue, Mar 31, 2009
My sisters and I would play in the leaves beneath the Hollow Tree, or search for four-leaf clovers in her clover patch. I would often sit beneath her and draw, and we would sleigh ride down the little hill beside her each winter.
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by Sarah Costanzo
Tue, Mar 31, 2009
Everything has changed since I have last written. The world has changed. I have changed. I awoke this morning with a new sense of purpose, a new hope, unlike that which I have experienced in a decade or more.
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