Emily. I needed to say her name though my throat is so tight. Sometimes she comes to me in my dreams and even though the pictures are fuzzy and my kids are nearly the age she was, I'm in seventh grade all over again. She continues to be a gift of light. I see her in my choices, I find her when I least expect it, I hear her when I sing.

Emily. I needed to say her name though my throat is so tight. Sometimes she comes to me in my dreams and even though the pictures are fuzzy and my kids are nearly the age she was, I'm in seventh grade all over again. She continues to be a gift of light.  I see her in my choices, I find her when I least expect it, I hear her when I sing.
Emily. I needed to say her name though my throat is so tight. Sometimes she comes to me in my dreams and even though the pictures are fuzzy and my kids are nearly the age she was, I'm in seventh grade all over again. She continues to be a gift of light. I see her in my choices, I find her when I least expect it, I hear her when I sing.

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