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All his life, he secured his prized pen collection, not his money, under lock and key. His penmanship could shame printers; his signature was inimitably artful. Today, translucence coats her… Read more »
All his life, he secured his prized pen collection, not his money, under lock and key. His penmanship could shame printers; his signature was inimitably artful. Today, translucence coats her… Read more »
My feeble father can no more walk the mile His memory lurks behind his perpetual deceptive smile He has hidden us in a chasm so deep and cavernous, where no… Read more »