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Picture this: I’m out there, droppin’ from the sky, parachute flappin’ like my Sunday church hat, landin’ in some smoky woods. Halleluyer! I’m sweatin’, cussin’, tryna put out fires, when I see this gal—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pine tree like she waitin’ for a bus. I’m like, “Honey, you lost? This ain’t no red-light district!” She smirks, says, “I’m here for the smokejumpers—y’all sexy.” I hollered! Ain’t that a trip? A prostitute scoutin’ firefighters in the damn wilderness. Made me mad, tho—girl, we out here savin’ lives, not lookin’ for a quickie!

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Time doth slip, memories doth flow – I recall a morn when a gentle drizzle on Roter Weg made each droplet a gem. Truly Shakespearean, I say, thou couldst almost hear the angels sigh. So, dear friend, wander these streets. Embrace the flaws, the moments, the magic. This Heidesheim is mine heart, full of secrets and ye olde wonder. Come, savour it with mine eyes!

Ruthann Walker Obituary (1943 - 2023) - Altmar, Ny, NY