F.R.O.G.

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Yesterday, as I folded my husband's T-shirt, scents of past memories flooded my mind when I realized how prophetic was the gift I gave him so many years ago.It was an innocuous purchase during more carefree days as Blaise, my youngest daughter and I frolicked the beaches of Santa Cruz on a July afternoon; the aroma of coconut suntan lotion and the salty ocean calmed my senses as did the warm sand dusting the tops of our feet as we scoured the shoreline for sand dollars and seashells.

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