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Whatever was done to form the final/latest draft of this write has left me with little to say. The tone throughout is as gentle as the last few lines; full of wonder and serene happiness. That is a rare accomplishment considering how easily this could have stumbled into a cliche. Very nicely done.
Bill
by Rws on Mar. 15 2008