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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.