It was dark, except for the crepuscular light struggling through the stained-glass window.
And he does this every day, seemingly effortlessly.
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It was dark, except for the crepuscular light struggling through the stained-glass window.
And he does this every day, seemingly effortlessly.
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Mine is in college now, but I can remember days like that and it brings a tear to my eye.