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September 20, 2005


I promise no euphemisms here, only possible spelling errors.
You are a couragaeous, caring, beautiful woman who gifts us the grace of her writing, the depth of her thoughtfulness and friendship, and the joy and pain of her shared myriad experiences.
Today, which is your birthday, I can only turn that beauty back towards you and wish you that which you grant us comes back to you ten fold.
My best wishes today and through the year Beth.

Thank you so much, Susan! I can, and would, say the same thing about you.

"peroneal strikes"

There's a macabre joke about Argentina in there, waiting to be made.

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