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A day never to be forgotten (personal) Thirty years ago to the day. A newly wedded couple celebrating in front of the church where the act took place. People say time heals all wounds. I wish that was true. But some wounds never heal — you just learn to live with the scars. In memory of Kristina Syll — beloved wife and mother of David and Tora. [embedded content]
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A day never to be forgotten (personal) Thirty years ago to the day. A newly wedded couple celebrating in front of the church where the act took place. People say time heals all wounds. I wish that was true. But some wounds never heal — you just learn to live with the scars. In memory of Kristina Syll — beloved wife and mother of David and Tora. [embedded content]
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A day never to be forgotten (personal)
Thirty years ago to the day.
A newly wedded couple celebrating in front of the church where the act took place.
People say time heals all wounds.
I wish that was true.
But some wounds never heal — you just learn to live with the scars.
In memory of Kristina Syll — beloved wife and mother of David and Tora.