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Reflecting on Karen
Through the Years -
PAGE 60
...Yet, as they walked
through the mystical
grounds, Mrs. Furst
wasn't a tourist; she
was a grandmother.
“Karen was holding on to
me, I remember.”
The talk of tombs, of
falling saints, of the
dead, had scared her
granddaughter.
“Am I going to die?”
Karen asked....
“She was so afraid that
she was going to die.
She was obsessed with
the thought of dying,”
says Mrs. Furst. “I
promised her that she
would not die young.”
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Through the Years -
PAGE 60
...Yet, as they walked
through the mystical
grounds, Mrs. Furst
wasn't a tourist; she
was a grandmother.
“Karen was holding on to
me, I remember.”
The talk of tombs, of
falling saints, of the
dead, had scared her
granddaughter.
“Am I going to die?”
Karen asked....
“She was so afraid that
she was going to die.
She was obsessed with
the thought of dying,”
says Mrs. Furst. “I
promised her that she
would not die young.”
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