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February 18, 2006


Cathy Hamilton

I know the feeling Grammy's talking about. When you were here and I slept in the bed beside you, you would wake up and sound so happy that I was with you. It is like the feeling I used to get when we would visit my mom and she hadn't seen us for awhile. I love my Ocean.

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