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- First evening meal Annie received (and devoured) after leaving the hospital for the hospice. Milo lends a helping paw.
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- Hil and her youngest visit us in the hospice. This little guy represents his three other brothers. His parents tell us that their boys are often prompted by the Lord to pray for us. How precious that family and their prayers are to us.
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- Karen and her youngest. Representing another precious, praying family making the trip from down south to visit Annie for the afternoon.
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- Our make-shift outdoor refrigerator…shameless Coke plug…
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- Our make-shift outdoor refrigerator…
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- Photos of the hospice garden in the snow…
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- Photos of the hospice garden in the snow…
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- Photos of the hospice garden in the snow…
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- If Annie and I were benches…we might be these two (Annie would be the prettier of the two)
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- Photos of the hospice garden in the snow…
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- Photos of the hospice garden in the snow…
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- Moments before marking his spot.
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- My bed in the hospice. Milo is all about me…until it becomes a choice between where to sleep. He chose Annie’s bed that night…and the next night…and the…
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- See what I mean?
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- The sweet face of comfortable ambivalence. Leaving the hospice for home and ready to face the snow.
Broken Chariots 
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