Several years ago, on Easter Sunday, my lovely, deaf, Sabrina succumbed to cancer. I think of her often but on Easter Day, I like to imagine her spirit floating about, ignoring the ravaged body she left behind, playing with Truman, keeping an eye on us as she always did.
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ReplyDeleteSorry, I thought it was obvious but I guess not. The intention was for the viewer to click on "Sabrina" which points to URL: http://bogartsdaddy.com/bouvier/sabrina/default.htm
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