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This is my crane.

On Friday, a neighbour of mine died.  It was a shock.  Our families had lived beside each other for eight years.  Our children have grown up together.

My crane is on the swingset in our backyard.  I always said ours was the poor people’s swingset next to hers, which is in the background.  Hers was the swingset of the jet setters.

I was not close friends with her but this weekend has been a quiet one with moments of staring off and then realizing, I am staring off.

This life is short and sweet.  This crane is for my neighbour.

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  1. Paper cranes are beautiful, fragile things like life itself but it is worth remembering that it is harder to be the one that is left behind then one leaving, after all who knows what adventures await behind that door.

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