One day, long after that first exchange, I was back visiting my childhood home. Something made me remember her (perhaps my own teenage daughter’s presence) and I started thinking about the switches.
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Cedar Waxwing's 365 
Teenage daughters do make us think.
That statement can mean so many things.
This story make me vaguely sad. Not bad. Just melancholy.
I’m still not sad … but keen to see where this is heading …