...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...? — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
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...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?

— John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
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