Every year around this time, I feel a need to update a column from previous years. This one dates from 2013.

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It came from a woman named Lorraine Wicklow almost 50 years ago. The next summer, Lorraine died of a massive brain hemorrhage.

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Joan understood, and took supper out of the oven.

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She countered with a text, invariably from the King James Version.

We lived in different worlds. But we listened to each other.

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Someday, Lorraine香蕉视频直播檚 tree will break and go into landfill. Until then, though, she continues to shine in my memories.

~Jim Taylor lives in Lake Country: rewrite@shaw.ca