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Hillorie McLarty's avatar

This story really spoke to me. As we approach what we call the end, we often have flashes of how things began - a puppy becomes an old dog, a chance meeting becomes a lifelong love. We exist somewhere in between these memories and the present, touched by the lessons learned, either in retrospect or in the moment. I saw Virginia in there…

k. r. watts's avatar

Yes. I see Virginia in there as well--even though it was written long ago, and wasn't particularly about her (consciously, at least) at the time. Thanks Hillorie.