There was this old rose bush in a neighbor's yard years ago that seemed to only bloom peach-colored roses. The neighbor said, "His wife planted that bush before she died and every time it blooms, I think of her. Her favorite color was peach and when I see those blooms she is speaking to me and sharing what she is doing now in heaven. Now, I do not talk back, but one day I will share with her again all the memories that she missed physically for I know she will know emotionally for she is watching over me now.
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I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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