Poems, scrapbook clippings, and forgotten prose
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Epitaph placed on his daughter's tomb
Warm summer sun, Shine kindly here.
Warm southern wind, Blow softly here.
Green sod above, Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart, Good night, good night.
(Mark Twain, adapted from Robert Richardson)
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