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…ona ran back to the carriage and climbed in before it turned around and rolled down the path again. Casek stood motionless during Kalona’s knocking. Once any sign of the carriage was out of sight, a slight smile came to his lips as he nodded. For the first time in 150 years, someone had actually heard him and spoken to him.
Patrick S. Smith
Author, D. Denise Dianaty
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Artist, Poet, author, wife & mom May my epitaph be "She reflected love into the world."
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