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September 09, 2011


Melanye Wrighton

Ah, Trace, you model beautifully the letting go...and the holding on; the love of Father (earthly and heavenly) and the value of trusting, all things that I long for more of, and continue to hold out hope for, in my own maturation process as a loving mother and grandmother. You are dear and your words are life giving and refreshing.

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