These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace. Burn your palette and your easel. Her target was a fifty-four year old man who lived with his mother, an obese neighborhood woman, a widow named Dawn Plote. She went further: she doubted that he was fully conscious of where he was. 1. All they left it was the moon and stars.
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