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On her death bed

Posted on November 14, 2013 by Elizabeth Stokkebye

“I chose him, because life with him seemed like an adventure,” it came like a mere whisper out of her very dry mouth. “Do you want some water, grandma?” I asked. “He had me come all the way to Sumatra … Continue reading →

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