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Sam

Sam

I’m certain the neighbor did, too.

play ball!

I feel really bad that we don’t have any more of Mo’s pithy comments, observations and opinions. They were what made Mo, Mo. Sure, I was bowled over by her sweet bosom and that will always stun me. But what I loved was her soul. We still have so much of her thought process back in these archives. And I find myself scrolling back just to enjoy her another time. I wish there was some way to make a book of those ramblings. It would be priceless. Too bad I didn’t have the forethought to catch it as it happened. My failure. But anyway, we still have more images and our own memories. I enjoy it all. I hope you find some enjoyment in it as well.

Here are a few shots I found that it looks like Mo had taken for her (and us) - (obviously she wasn’t using her traditional shutter hand so one might guess what alternate activity she was doing with it) probably engaged in some serious snuggle time apparently with a compliant guest/photographer/chronicler.