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My August Trip to MaineLaura Charon9/25/2001 ~Snerkology~ Home So back in August I went to Maine on a last-minute trip because my Grandmother was very ill. She passed away shortly after I arrived - I basically got there just in time to see her one last time. I took a ton of pictures (please, audience, suppress your "gasp" of surprise), and am now just getting around to letting you all see 'em. I still don't think I'm ready for the more emotional entry that should accompany these, so I'll just stick to the surface for right now. If I dig too deep I touch on the grief that is still very, very present and gets me crying with little warning. So! Without further adieu, may I suggest you click on the first image and follow the yellow brick road? Each picture is captioned, by way of explanation. Enjoy! Laura |
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