The evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prarie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers...and nobody, nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old...
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your boys are so sweet! I can't wait to meet baby Findlay!! I can't believe how much he has grown already.
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