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This is my grandmother, Mae, in 1943
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Mae Blomberg
page
1939
Mom
1942
Christmas 1943
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We laugh, we cry,
We live, we die,
and when we're gone
the world goes on.
We love, we hate,
We learn too late
how small we are,
how little we know.
We hear, we touch,
we talk too much
of things we have
no knowledge of.
We see, we feel,
yet can't conceal
how small we are,
how little we know.
See how the time
moves swiftly by,
we don't know how,
we don't know why.
We reach so high
and fall so low
the more we learn,
the less we know.
Too soon the time
to go will come,
to late the will
to carry on.
And so we leave,
too much undone,
how small we are,
how little we know.
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@ 14,270' on top of Mt. Evans, 1997
Glenwood Springs Mid-90's
w/ Gregg @ MN Landscape Arboretum
Some more photos coming soon !!!
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