The palm of a bestowing hand, a tendril's ringlet to the vine; merely a primrose in the tare, merely grape to wine. ... Read full text
Many mothers are, as we realize inretrospect.
Merely a most beautiful poem, merely a most beautiful woman.
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Many mothers are, as we realize inretrospect.