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To the children in grades 1 through 8 who walked past her gate, she was more than just a neighbor. She was the woman who knew exactly which flower suited your mood. If you were feeling shy, she’d hand you a tiny, pale blue forget-me-not. If you were celebrating a high grade on a math test, she’d pluck a vibrant, bold sunflower for you to carry home.

“It’s a story,” she said. “And now you know it, you’re part of it.” mrs keagan 1 8