Absent of Life

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One afternoon, years ago, my husband and I went to an estate sale. The homeowners died, their family removed all the items they wanted to keep, and the rest was left โ€˜as isโ€™ for the estate sale. I remember feeling very sad as I walked through this particular home. I imagined the items left behind had stories to tell, and I felt a little guilty fumbling through these unknown memories. Continue reading

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