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October 27, 2015
Frances is gone and it's way too quiet. No more "Treeeats!" through the walls, and banging cupboards that say she's up and making coffee. No more hellos in the hallway. No more 60 Minutes together, no more walks to the village with a stop to hug Bobbe's tree. No more gentle shoulder to cry on, wise ear to listen, no more sneaky visits by Andye or shrinking disappearances by Princess Annie. No more bright southern accent and shiny energy at our table. The bling, the color, the mismatched socks, the joy, the kindness, the love...Lucky Gainesville gets it now.