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Jim's Short Stories |
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When the Bough Breaks It was a cold March day when my family finally found the courage to gather at Grandmother's house to divide a lifetime of treasures. With heavy hearts and regrets of unspoken conversations about our family history, we gathered in a room filled with family heirlooms representing five generations of our family. This room that had always captured Grandmother's spirit seemed totally different without her presence. The energy and life of each object had vanished. Click here to read more.
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