I am not a gardener in any sense of the word. When my husband comes back from being out of town, he doesn't bother to ask if I've watered the plants - he just grabs the water bucket and does it - first thing. I forget we have plants, although I like them.
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At Mile 15 in last year's Bataan Memorial Death March, you came to walk beside me. I could see faint images of you on either side of me. The only sound, however, was that of my feet on the dusty rocky trail at White Sands Missile Range.
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This is the first in a series of stories about my silk scarves and fabric pieces. Each piece does have a story and by sharing them here, I hope that you'll be able to pass along the tale as you wear the scarf.
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