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Dear Kara, This day is hard. A thorny reminder of what is not right. But every day is hard, though mostly we laugh in remberance. Not only at memories, but moments of today that you would love or bring your special wit to. A Kara moment. It does not always require words, but sometimes a simple glance between friends to know. And with that, you are here with us, in our hearts and in our minds. And we smile, laugh, but often cry, if only silently. It is still hard, cause still we miss you. This day, and every day. With love.
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