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Many years ago, while stationed in Germany, a close friend and I took a trip to Venice. We walked through the streets, enjoying the surroundings and each other's company. Sometime later I realized, I had to guard my feelings when discussing certain situations with her. Sometimes, we have to "Tread Lightly".
A friend's father loved to fish. She would say he had the most beautiful "working hands". "In His Hands" was a gift to her.
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