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    GARLAND

    Sep 01, 2020 1 minute
    ANISA GEORGE

    I told my daughter the story of how my frienddied. Almost ten years ago now.mountain in Hawaii. And though the story mademe cry she wanted to hear it again and again.And again the next day. “Don’t worry mama,”she said. “He’ll just turn into soil and grow a newfriend.” This is what I told her when I put theflowers she loved so much into the compostbucket when they had wilted and dried and begun torot. “Don’t cry sweetheart,” I said. “They’ll just turninto soil and become food for new roses.”

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