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Monday, April 10, 2017

Inside to out





A small journey into the still quiet night and Rosehill, then Mukilteo Train Station.

From cozy comforts by the fire, and reminders of a friends collecting seashells, and sea glass, a memory only now is left for me since she's gone now. Dorothy was a good friend, and it's sad at this point remembering
Our walks and talks, train trips, collections, plays, museums, and films. . The best of what we shared.

Sigh.
Losses become more wrenching with all the others that arise at such a time.