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  • FOR MY FATHERMy father said everythingwhen he whistled his way homein the dust of a square evening,that held the trail of a shooting star in the violet…
  • The long bowed wood left marks on the hardwood floor,so we tried to keep the rocker on a rug.It didn't work and every house would have these streakswhere…