*I walked the streets that my father walked as a child, saw the houses my mother grew up in, heard stories of my grandmother-she with the ten children. The dead have come alive and I can look to left and right to see the endless chain of ancestors and descendents which fastens me together.
*Laying my nose into the soft buff colored fur of the dog to inhale her distinctive aroma at the end of a day's journey.
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