Glitter

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I was up early and I often sit in the front room…the room that was my daughter’s when she was growing up.  But right after she got married, we immediately painted, changed out the furniture, and all the décor.  I just couldn’t bear looking at the memories of her!  And this particular morning that I was sitting in there for a quiet time, I was looking around to see if there might be any traces of her from more than 15 years ago…when she was here.  There weren’t any, and it made me sad.

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Not only was I sitting there in the quiet, I had just looked in the mirror and noted that there was still glitter on my face from the night before...