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Liz Crocket, Canada

The Gift

I am going to my father's house to do yard work before it is put up for sale, and am struck by how his garden has bloomed. Splashes of yellow daffodils and ruby red tulips greet me. I can hear his voice. "Pick a bouquet, honey, whatever you want."

dad's headstone
a bouquet
of his favourites


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