Dawn
MARCH DOES NOT come to me as it did in childhood when, at the end of schooldays, it heralded all gaiety. Those lighthearted yearnings no longer play in me like a child cavorting in a summer shower. I lost my father in March. It has been three years and the grief no longer shocks like
Teach Your Children
IT MUST BE wonderful to grow up knowing you have a future. To be able to plan, believing that what you work for you might keep; to envision a sparkling someday and feel entitled to it. That must be nice. I suppose that’s how young folks today feel. Many of them were reared in liberty
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