We placed the wreaths upon the splendid granite sarcophagus, and at its feet, and felt that only the earthly robe we loved so much was there. The pure, tender, loving spirit which ...
The secret anniversaries of the heart.
Are there memories left that are safe from the clutches of phony anniversaries?
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