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| These three were playing so well together last night. They were so patient and loving with Thatcher, trying to get him in the water. |
“If we keep no diary [journal], the path crumbles away behind us as our feet leave it; and days gone by are but little more than a blank, broken by a few distorted shadows. Life is all confined within the limits of to-day….”
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