When I was a lad, my mother told me about the death of her grandmother in the 1920s. "She was speaking to angels," mom told me. At least that is what she had told her family gathered around her bed.
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When I was a lad, my mother told me about the death of her grandmother in the 1920s. "She was speaking to angels," mom told me. At least that is what she had told her family gathered around her bed.
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