03-05-2018

I cherish my mother’s litanies and they have always supplanted me. They have adhered to me all my lifetime. A mother’s delight is like a lantern, kindling up the eternity but speculated also on the antiquity in the pretense of fond thoughts. The mother’s soul is the child’s hall studio.

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