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man on the street•• |
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house is a prosaic physical fact - here for a season, gone the next
- but a home is an enduring, untamed love... only fools talk in seasons...
photographic
arts
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...and
how blessed are all those in whom you live, whose lives become roads
you travel: They wind through lonesome valleys, come upon brooks,
discover cool springs and pools brimming with rain !
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