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My husband's best friend lives on an old farm that is haunted. They call her "she who roams these hills" or something like that. I have gotten to see her just once. I've decided if I ever see her again, I am going to ask her what she is watching for and if there is anything we can do to help her find peace...
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to cry with a friend is a warm hug..no words need to be spoken... --bob
Woof, Woof!
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