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January 16, 2013
I'm not one of the Southern Belles; the three clanking, clamoring, Charlotte females that were part of my family, whom I used to hold dear. I know times change but I am surprised at how fast hearts change. How fast a word can erase thirty years of relationship, without even a conversation for closure. Pouf! One bell clanks and all three of them chime discord! I am resoundingly stoic. I'm over the grief and have put the belles into the walled off area of my heart. There are many losses this year. Can I just heap grief into one pile?