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Sunday, March 14

Small's spot ...

... Small loved being outside in a warm, sunny spot.
One of her favourite spots was along the side fence, under the passion fruit vines.So, that's where we buried her, between the vines, deep down, but not so deep that the sun won't reach through the earth and warm her old bones.