By Jailyn Gladney “And when great souls die… Our senses, restored, never To be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They Existed. We can be. Be and be Better. For they existed.” When Great Trees Fall by Maya Angelou In my earliest memories of my mother she is standing at the stove with a…

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