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BY PATRICIA NORENBERG
I was out in the yard writing a letter to a loved one, when a little gust of wind blew my pages into the ground. I hurried to pick them up, but the wind just kept blowing them one by one just out of my reach. The wind died down as I finally picked up the last page. I went back to where I was sitting and started to reorganize my pages, when a little gust of wind tried to blow them out of my hands again. They finally got put together in the right order, and I was able to finish the letter to my loved one. Granted, a little windblown, but mailed anyway with a little dust on each page. | PN