How wonderful to have your fine young man back home with his family again and with his beautiful little B.E. I cannot even imagine how hard it must be...but also how proud you all are, as well.
::from Stings, by Sylvia Plath::
Bare-handed, I hand the combs/The man in white smiles, bare-handed/Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet/The throats of our wrists brave lilies.
How wonderful to have your fine young man back home with his family again and with his beautiful little B.E. I cannot even imagine how hard it must be...but also how proud you all are, as well.
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