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Sophie Was a Good Old Girl

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It was a strange way to attend a meeting. A friend of mine said he wanted to chat about an upcoming project and wondered if I could meet him the following morning. Sure, I said. Where? “Oh,” he said, “I’ll be out walking at Community Park.” Huh? Community Park covers a lot of acreage. “Just look for me,” he said. I did, found him, had our chat while we strolled through the last of the fallen leaves, then as I went to exit the ground of the old state hospital I saw an old friend just sitting there. Her name was Sophie Leschin.