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How about something different while the Dove of Peace is having a really tough time of it; something like the wisdom of my great-grandmother; the wisest person I have ever known:
The walk back home was dream-like to me… All I could think of was Jean.
The music and the dinner had been marvelous, but it was the little angel that absorbed all my thoughts. And while her dad’s sermon had been very troubling and thought provoking, the good things surrounding Jean took precedence over all else. I carefully took the precious blue ribbon from my pocket and marveled at the treasure I held. My Lady's banner… a token of love from an angel! I pressed it gently to my face and touched it to my lips… the faint heavenly fragrance of Jean was in it, a part of her.
Something To Remember You By… The hauntingly beautiful song immediately leaped to my mind. I told Jean I loved her! Where had I found...
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