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They are very beautiful & wonderfully large from the copious rain, all wet & heavy with it.  I will save one for you.   They are very frail things, like love, & will hardly hardly bear a breath. 
 
Goodbye.  Will you forgive me?   I have never [[strikethrough]] I [[/strikethrough]] wanted to pain you but when you have hurt me deeply and did not seem to feel it. —— Only sometimes old wounds bleed anew.
 
I know I am unkind.
 
With love.
Grace.