They’re pressed in many books I have no intention of ever discarding. Given to me on such a regular basis, I took for granted their rarity.

She’d tip-toe through my yard as if walking a tight-rope, even though the yard was nothing but weeds and rocks. She’d bend in half like a ballerina and go right to them, they must have been whispering her name.

She’s been gone almost fifteen months now, but I still see her petite frame walking towards me, her small arm extended, her thin hand bent slightly, and between her long fingers–another four leaf clover for me, “Look! A ‘prise!” she’d sing. Never a “suprise” always a ‘prise. Always.

The odds of finding a 4-Leaf clover is estimated at 10,000 to 1.

And the odds of having such a best friend? There aren’t enough stars in the sky. Love you Jill.

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