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In 1992 my husband passed on. I spent the next five months in the homes of my children. Last January, 1993, I arrived back in my home alone, thinking I would be leaving in a few weeks. How surprising it was to find myself going about singing and rejoicing over my sweet little home, my "sacred solitude." Before I knew it, I was renovating my house and getting ready to establish myself in my own home.

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