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Until we meet again, Annie

I heard this morning, as I write this on Oct. 29, that one of the most precious people in my life has gone.

I scarcely can imagine the sun will continue to shine without Annie Lahti; that spring will ever come again and that I will find my way home.

I write this for her.

Dear Annie:

I would have sat at your bedside these last weeks had I been able; had I been allowed to abandon my post in the Yukon. I would have held your hand, whispered my favourite stories—stories of you.

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