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When I Hear by Shannara
When I hear my mom's voice it sounds like the beautiful wind speaking to you. It brings joy to our family. It reminds me of my great-grandma who was born in a teepee.
When I hear the birch trees sway I hear my great-grandma saying I love you, She plays with the squirrels. She always talks to us when we are down.
She teases our dogs and plays with them. It makes me feel very happy when I hear her voice.
This morning I heard her yelling at our dog Toby for taking a tinkle on her. It made us laugh. We all miss her.
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