A passage sent to Fiona by 2 French students who met Chris to discuss the Yukon trip.

A rose once grew where all could see, sheltered beside a garden wall and as the days passed swiftly by it spread its branches straight and tall.
One day a beam of light shone through a crevice that had opened wide, the rose bent gently towards its warmth then passed beyond to the other side.
Now you who deeply feel its loss be comforted, the rose blooms there itís beauty even greater now returned by Godís loving care.

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