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Saturday, September 14, 2013
This week!
Several people have asked me to write My Son, the Godsend, part 5, so I plan to work on that this week... but in the meantime, here is a picture of me with Jim, his wife, Teresa and one of his sons, Bobby, celebrating Jim's 51st birthday on September the 6, 2013. His older son, Zach wasn't able to join us. Art was taking the picture. I will also be writing this week about a little miracle story about my connection to my friend, Jordanna, the subject of "Poem for a Dying Friend."
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