Oh you have a gift with words, and the art for describign everything perfectly!
Then, like humble creature ready to accept Sainthood upon her thin, martyr-ly shoulders, the stranger walked to the front, combed her fingers over the front of her flowery summer dress (it was the middle of winter) and regarded the children solemnly.
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Oh you have a gift with words, and the art for describign everything perfectly!
Then, like humble creature ready to accept Sainthood upon her thin, martyr-ly shoulders, the stranger walked to the front, combed her fingers over the front of her flowery summer dress (it was the middle of winter) and regarded the children solemnly.
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