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2010-12-04 / 2:51 p.m.

"...and I'm after pelting Mom with a snowball. She's delighted."

We talk to her as if she's still here and we stick lit cigarettes into the raw clay on her grave and watch as the wind smokes it away. We miss her incredibly and we don't know how to deal with the impending Christmas season and the emptiness in her chair.

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