Behold her, flitting in and out of the prairie grass into the sunlight, then back into the shadows of the wildflowers. Can you hear her whisper, Dragonfly is her name; she is one of God’s angels. A voice lost in the silence of death, she lives far beyond the prairie grass, and she visits those who loved her to tell them that although the earthly body is gone…the soul and love last!
Behold Charlotte!
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