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I AM SO GRATEFUL for simpler times. I AM SO GRATEFUL for the good old days. I AM SO GRATEFUL for pictures. I AM SO GRATEFUL for recalling childhood grins. I AM SO GRATEFUL for yesteryear. I AM SO GRATEFUL for mouth-watering smells. I AM SO GRATEFUL for a trip down memory lane. Katherine Scherer and Eileen Bodoh are authors of "Gratitude Works: Open Your Heart to Love." http://www.gratitudeworks.com
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