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| A stormy day - remember? |
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| Sweet Baby |
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| We were all so happy to see him |
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| Even if it was just through the glass |
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| So proud to call him Our Brother |
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| Mom's smile says it all. |
“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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