“Lullaby and good night, thy mother’s delight” That angelic song, like Mother’s milk, filtering through rock and dirt, summoning me…
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“Lullaby and good night, thy mother’s delight” That angelic song, like Mother’s milk, filtering through rock and dirt, summoning me…
Continue reading →Please God, let me die. Samuel Wood couldn’t mouth the words — too weak and drugged to move. On a…
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