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All becomes confusion on the day you learn you will die. Good or bad, what have I done, does it matter I was here? Why and why again.
I was walking down the path through the woods by the light of the full moon. There you were, tall, dark and handsome. A cliche in the flesh.
Your grandmother made this quilt before you were born. Every time I see it I remember her hands, thin, translucent, spidery veins going in all directions. Look, honey, just like mine.
Wow, I cannot believe that's how it turned out! I am just so pleased for you. The test proved that you are on your way to a marvelous future without worry. Not everyone passes the test you know. It was tough waiting for the results, but now you know. You cannot be happier! I am just stoked.