My mother, Rose, left us for the Otherwhere on a February 29th, a Leap Year. There is something fitting to her personality that she let go on a day that only comes every four years.
Found images. Googled images.Created & altered images. Juxtapositions & incongruencies.
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Thanks for sharing!