When Marjorie passed away early this year, I asked Craig and Sherry if I could take something from her garden as a reminder of her presence. The metal Japanese crane sculptures, symbols of longevity, seemed like the perfect embodiment of her spirit. Marjorie's birds are home in Oregon now, and as I walk outside to the front of the house I see the cranes and smile. Thank you for all the lessons in truly "seeing", Dear Marjorie. You are missed.
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