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“Come, son of my daughter, child of my heart," Grandmother said, gesturing to her lap. Thorn needed no further encouragement to crawl into her loving hold. Stories always began thus.” — Meagan Myhren-Bennett
Come, son of my daughter, child of my heart," Grandmother said, gesturing to her lap. Thorn needed no further encouragement to crawl into her loving hold. Stories always began thus.