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2015
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Not long ago, I asked Siri a question... What's the meaning of life? She replied, "Life... is a Magazine." Classic, I thought. After the shits and giggles wore off, I started to reflect on her answer. When I was young, my Mother used to share sugar over the fence post with her neighbors. N...
12/10/2015
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The day began like any other morning. I arrived at the crack of dawn with coffee in hand. I'm not particularly a morning person, but I knew I needed to be by her side. Four weeks camped out in I.C.U., I kept hoping and praying for a miracle. She couldn't speak, but on good days, she followed m...
12/02/2015