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Stories by heart…

“’Let me read to us,’ he said.  He thumbed through the little volume of Longfellow’s poems…and read from Endymion: “’…O drooping souls, whose destinies are frought with fear and pain,  ye shall be loved again! No one is so accursed … Continue reading

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