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11/28/2004: "Encounter"

She was my mother's best friend. Although we live less than a mile from each other, we meet only by chance, or providence, as we did yesterday. We were happy to see each other and swore to get together soon. She smiled as brightly as she ever did, though she had sad news to tell. Then I went out, and she went in, and the world turned.