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We had a beautiful service for Ishi Tib. My mom read a poem I'd written a few years ago for Martin and Ishi Tib, and I played "In Dreams" on the recorder. We buried him in the corner of our backyard, which is overgrown with ivy and plants and berry bushes. Ishi Tib would have loved the chance to run around there when he was still alive
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Yeah... half of me's really excited about going to college, the other half just wants to go back to TAMS.
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