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December 5, 2024

So Good Luck came, and on my roof did light,
Like noiseless snow; or as the dew of night:
Not all at once, but gently, as the trees
Are, by the sunbeams, tickled by degrees.

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“In the end it comes down to sentences, doesn’t it?”

Mary Caponegro

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