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It is 10:30 pm and I was about to fall asleep while struggling to keep my eyes open to read. It was to be my final night at Broom Tree and not being ready to go to sleep just yet I made a decision. Getting dressed and throwing my hooded sweatshirt on I began what was to be my last trip to St. Isadore’s. Halfway across the parking lot I turned to see Cocoa followings slowly behind me once again. I turned, paused, and called softly to her to come closer but tonight she preferred to lag behind.
I entered the dark, empty church and sat once more in what had become my spot: the front pew on the right. For the next 45 minutes I gazed upon the crucifix lit from the…
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