"The words a father speaks to his children in the privacy of the home are not overheard at the time, but, as in whispering galleries, they will be clearly heard at the end and by posterity."
Jean Paul Richter, writer (1763-1825)
Shot down like a deer in the dark lying dead, the wound soon a door for dirt dwellers, bugs, birds and boars, to feed on my dull, rancid ca...
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