My mother was informing me, by mail, that she was about to die, and would never see me again. — Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain
My mother was informing me, by mail, that she was about to die, and would never see me again. — Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain
My mother was informing me, by mail, that she was about to die, and would never see me again. — Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain
My mother was informing me, by mail, that she was about to die, and would never see me again. — Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain
My mother was informing me, by mail, that she was about to die, and would never see me again. — Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain
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My mother was informing me, by mail, that she was about to die, and would never see me again.

— Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain
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