Loss makes the soul sick — Laurie Alice Eakes, Lady in the Mist
Loss makes the soul sick — Laurie Alice Eakes, Lady in the Mist
Loss makes the soul sick — Laurie Alice Eakes, Lady in the Mist
Loss makes the soul sick — Laurie Alice Eakes, Lady in the Mist
Loss makes the soul sick — Laurie Alice Eakes, Lady in the Mist
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Loss makes the soul sick

— Laurie Alice Eakes, Lady in the Mist
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