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1 " I wish I could wrap up the glitter star-green of this moment and hand it to you like an angel gift. Give you the heat lightning flying in jagged silence over the distant mountains. And the smell of September prairie grass and the even fainter scent of October pine now descending . . . "
― Carew Papritz , The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
