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July 15, 2007
Her white dress soared eerily in the air, like a linen sheet hanging on her grandmotherís clothing line before a summer thunderstorm. She used to stare at her granny, so fearful that the thunder and lightning would crack the old woman apart along her wrinkles. Now as she purposefully dove into the ravine, the aged stone walls reminded her of her grannyís creased hands cupping hers, letting her granddaughter know that the storm could not hurt her. She could almost see her now deceased caregiverís pale blue eyes in the water as she silently sped to meet her once more.