"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
Dear B_:
From far way, I bless you at your Huntington Beach home, in peace with the Lord.
I trust in today’s Mother’s Day, the endearment between you and the children, has never severed from the fond memory of hearth and home. As fairly promised, “seeds spring from seeds, and beauty breedeth beauty” be yours for evermore.
All the Best,
L'
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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