Free At Last

photo credit: whiskeyandtears This morning, the day after my mother died, I got up early to go for a morning walk. It was a beautiful, sunny fall morning, crisp and clear, the trees decked out in their October colors of bright orange and red. I walked along with my ipod in my pocket playing Joan Osborne songs in my ears. I felt elated. The heaviness

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