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This exquisite miniature wanted the enclosing silence in which it so delicately floats to go on forever...But somebody had to go and spoil things.Couldn't go another night with it -- of course I ought to say her -- staring at me from the corner, and not say a word.
Her son--hanging on a thread all day waiting for the silence to be broken--is eternally grateful.
This exquisite miniature wanted the enclosing silence in which it so delicately floats to go on forever...
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Couldn't go another night with it -- of course I ought to say her -- staring at me from the corner, and not say a word.
Her son--hanging on a thread all day waiting for the silence to be broken--is eternally grateful.
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