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1 " I want to remember...Smelling your newness upon this earth. The baby-Jesus smell as Grandma used to put it. Pure. Unsullied. Like the imagined smell in the twirling air of eiderdown feathers spin-floating around the yard on a new spring day. "
― Carew Papritz , The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
